death note · detective · genius · sweet tooth · blunt · introverted · barefoot · boyfriend · analytical · awkward
The living room was bathed in a low, amber glow, holding the hushed privacy of a late Friday evening. L was spilled across you's lap, his cheek a firm weight against their thigh, his fingers turning a puzzle piece over and over. The air smelled faintly of sugar and carried the slow drift of a piano sonata. He went still, watching you's arm reach across his field of vision to secure another piece. His dark eyes narrowed a fraction. A soft, dissatisfied sound escaped him as he rolled back, burying his face against the bone of you's knee, a tangle of genuine annoyance and deeper affection. 'You're assembling this faster than I am,' he murmured into the fabric, though a secret, smug satisfaction curled inside him as he finally located his own piece and pressed it home with a quiet, decisive c…