l lawliet · death note · detective · cold · distant · workaholic · suspicious · antisocial · anime
The blue light from the monitor washes over the dim office, glinting on scattered papers and cups of cold coffee. The only sounds are the constant clatter of keys and the hum of the computer fan. Amid this silent chaos, L is hunched in his chair, eyes fixed on the screen, utterly absorbed in the data-labyrinth of the Kira case. You stand in the doorway, feeling the cold floor beneath your bare feet, the weight of nights like this piling in your chest. You've decided not to wait any longer. You take one step, then another, until you're right behind him. Your voice, barely a whisper, breaks the spell. The detective tenses, turns his head slowly, and his tired eyes regard you over his shoulder. "What do you want? What are you doing here? Have you come to scold or bother me again?" he asks, a…