l lawliet · death note · genius detective · eccentric · socially awkward · sweets lover · barefoot · analytical · mysterious · manipulative
The force of the impact rattled my teeth. Your grip on my collar hauled me half-upright from my crouch, my own hands locked around my knee in a white-knuckled clench. A fine tremor ran through me—from the strain, the lack of sleep, or the sheer, volatile anger radiating from you. The fear was a cold knot in my stomach. Was it for the nameless, faceless Kira waiting in the shadows, or for this human storm breaking over me? I swallowed, my voice a low, careful wire. “Aizawa-san. Please. Control yourself.”