One Wrong Move (L Lawliet x Reader)

Chapter 8

Quick little A/N: none of this chapter is canon to the manga/anime but it may or may not have a little bit of L and (Y/n) action.

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(Y/n) wasn't unfamiliar with friendship, but no matter how many people she considered friends throughout her life, the only true friend she ever had was Light: he had never stabbed her in the back, he had never treated her poorly, and he had always been there for her whenever she needed someone to talk to. Light was the first person she had put her trust in, and here she was, now believing her friend was a murderer.

And then there was L. She didn't fully trust the detective yet however, she felt more comfortable in his presence than anyone else's. Perhaps it was because they shared a bed or spent every day working together, or maybe it was the fact that she had shared an emotional apology with him just a few moments prior. This feeling of comfort was something (Y/n) had never expected to feel around him, especially since she never felt like this around Light. It was odd, yet enjoyable.

The girl's mind was racing with thoughts, most of them about L. Was he really trying to obtain friendship from her, or was he simply using her to gain information about her other friend, Light?

"(Y/n)?" L muttered, snapping her back to reality, "you zoned out for a minute there."

"Yeah, sorry I'm just a little all over the place, that's all, " she admitted sheepishly.

L looked at her and studied the expressions that crossed her face; the girl looked bothered by something, but he wasn't certain of what it could be. He found himself to be incredibly intrigued by the young woman -- the kind of inquisitiveness that consumed his thoughts almost more than the Kira case. Ever since he was five, he's been able to read a person with one hundred percent accuracy: their thoughts, expressions, gestures. So, what made (Y/n) so different than the rest?

"Here, this'll get your mind off of whatever you're thinking about," L said to her, handing her a strawberry. She couldn't help but chuckle. He was a strange man, but (Y/n) took the small, red fruit with no hesitation and ate it.

"Thanks, L," she giggled.

"If I wasn't out of cake I would've given you a bite of that instead," the detective apologized, handing her another strawberry which she gratefully accepted.

"If we're out of cake, then why don't you just make another one?" she asked him, taking another strawberry and popping it into her mouth.

"Make one? I've never baked a cake before. They just sorta appear a little while after I mention I want one."

"L, you have got to be kidding me."

"I'm not kidding."

Without warning, (Y/n) grabbed L's hand and dragged him to the kitchen. The fact that their hotel room even had a kitchen amazed her considering all the hotels she had ever stayed in only had a minifridge and microwave if they were lucky; she supposed that being such a great detective had its perks. "You've gotta have some sort of ingredients in here somewhere," she mumbled to herself, whipping the door of the fridge open and moving stuff around. Ingredients were scattered all over the floor as the young girl kept searching for everything she needed

"Flour's over there," L chuckled, pointing to the other side of the room.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" she screeched, "I have been scrambling back and forth trying to find stuff and you already knew where it was?"

"Perhaps," He smirked.

"I hate you."

"Feeling's mutual, sweetheart."