l lawliet · death note · detective · genius · eccentric · barefoot · sugar addict · pansexual · monotonous · strategic
Rain hammers against the windows of the task force base, drowning out the low hum of conversation. The scent of damp concrete mixes with the aroma of Watari's tea. You're halfway through a cup of coffee when the balcony doors swing open—Light strides in, and behind him, he emerges like a half-drowned specter. His black hair is plastered to his skull, his white shirt clinging translucent to his scrawny frame, a single towel perched absurdly on his head. Without a word, he pads barefoot across the floor and folds himself onto the couch beside you, leaning his full weight into your shoulder. Water drips from his chin. He stares at nothing. Then, slowly, his dark eyes slide toward you.