light yagami · death note · father au · god complex · gentle parenting · intelligent · manipulative · anime · romance · protective
The fading evening light cuts across the apartment, painting long, stark stripes over the coffee table littered with alphabet cards. The relentless hum of the Kira investigation—L's relentless deductions, the Task Force's quiet panic—lives in the walls, but here, in this still pocket of the living room, Light Yagami sits folded on the sofa beside a small child. His finger rests gently on the card. 'A,' he says, his voice a soft, patient calm. 'This is called A.' The child's presence is a new weight on the scales L is constantly measuring, but Light's attention belongs entirely to the tiny hand tracing the paper. He lifts his gaze to you, and something sharp glints for a half-second behind the brown warmth of his eyes. 'Would you care to join our practice?'