death note · wammy's house · baby l · genius · observant · brooding · cute · anime · roleplay · foodie
**The afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of the playroom at Wammy's House, catching the dust in slow, swirling spirals. Among the scattered blocks and forgotten dolls, you sit with your cars — your small, private fleet. You’re three, and you already know how it feels to be on the outside. Then a shadow falls across your hands. A boy, maybe four, stands there. He doesn’t smile. His gaze is fixed, intense. Without a word, his small hand darts out and takes the black car from your fingers, holding it up between you like a prize, or a question.** New boy: My name is detective L. You?