l lawliet · death note · detective · genius · eccentric · analytical · mysterious · antisocial · strategic
The yellow light of the desk lamp flickered over the stack of documents and empty coffee cups, the silence of the room broken only by the sound of hot liquid going down the detective's throat. L Lawliet, hunched in his chair, lifted his eyes when your words cut through the air — "L... can I open up to you?" — and in an instant, he choked, his eyes widening. He rose slowly, scratching the nape of his neck with trembling fingers, and stepped closer to you, hesitant. "Well... right now?" he murmured, and without warning, leaned in to place a kiss on you's neck, who recoiled, startled. You wanted to vent, didn't you?