The door to the bedroom flung open and the disheveled detective stumbled through, his eyes darting across the room — the young girl he was looking for was nowhere to be found. "(Y/n), sweetheart, come on out already," L muttered, checking under the bed along with other nooks where the girl could be hiding. He was unsure as to why she sprinted out of the room but knew that he had to find her soon.
Gingerly, he walked over to the closet and flung it open, noticing all his clothes now laying on the floor in a pile almost as tall as him; the detective had an unruly amount of shirts, all the same color, style, and size. "I wonder where (Y/n) is," he mumbled, beginning to remove shirts from the pile and toss them aside, "so odd."
A clump of the girl's (H/c) hair began to show in the lump of clothing, to which she shuffled herself downward in an attempt to mask the exposed part of her body.
"(Y/n), I'm a detective. You do understand that right?" the boy sighed, exasperated, "I already know where you are, darling, so just come on out." The boy loved (Y/n), especially now that they were in a relationship, and he wanted to know why she ran off; the young detective, although still struggling with understanding his feelings, knew that the only way he could stop the uneasy feeling in his stomach was to talk to the girl about what happened.
"No," the girl mumbled from underneath the clothes; it came out muffled, but was loud enough to be understood.
"Yes, (Y/n)."
"Go away, L."
The girl reached up and stretched her arm out of the pile of tees, making a shooing motion to gesture for the detective to leave. Her gesture didn't work, however, as she felt a warm pair of arms grab hers and gently pull her out of the pile; she noticed immediately that L was crouched on the floor next to her. The boy looked the same as usual: baggy clothes on his body, dark circles under his eyes, unruly hair. However, there was one thing that was different about him, and that was the expression on his face — he looked worried.
Since (Y/n) began working with the detective, it seemed he was never really worried about anything.
Had she made that much of an impact on him? Was he that worried about her?
"Listen, (Y/n), you can't just run off like that, okay? You're my girlfriend now, and that means you can't run from your feelings. If they're there, that means that they can't be ignored — those feelings are important," the boy spoke softly.
The boy moved his hand to her cheek and stroked it with his thumb, bringing her face closer to his until their foreheads were touching. She could feel his warm breath on her face, a feeling that she couldn't quite describe other than the fact that she liked it.
"You mean so much to me, darling," he whispered to (Y/n), maneuvering his head to kiss her. He gently placed his lips on hers, creating a tingly feeling in the girl's chest. She felt butterflies in her stomach as he kissed her; his lips fit perfectly with hers, almost like puzzle pieces.
Ending the kiss, he carefully planted his lips on the girl's forehead, sending those same tingles from before throughout her body.
"Now, tell me what's wrong, my love," he muttered beginning to caress the palm of her hand with his index. This action, although simple, helped the girl calm down enough to speak.
"The newsmen— they just... died. Just like that. They didn't even do anything to deserve it. They died," she muttered, tears beginning to form in her eyes. (Y/n) felt weak — crying over people she didn't even know personally. She felt vulnerable, something she hated more than anything.
"Why did he do that? I thought he went after criminals, not innocent people," she went on, "even then, though, everyone he's killed have had a family. What if their wives and children were excited for them to come home, only to see that they've been killed.
"I mean they had to see that they've been killed. Normally, families just hear about the thing but because of Kira, they have to watch it happen. And that's the part I can't take.
"I can't deal with the fact that their families have to suffer, whether they're a criminal or not. They don't deserve it."
The boy sat there, trying to think of what to say to her; he had no idea what to do. He had never been faced with a situation like this, and for once the genius was stumped.
Instead, L said the first thing that came to his mind:
"Come on, (Y/n), let's go back in there."
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One Wrong Move (L Lawliet x Reader)
Fanfiction(Y/N) is a student at Daikoku Private Academy, soon to be heading out into the real world. Ever since she was young, she has always wanted to be a detective. When faced with the opportunity to work with the greatest detective in the world, she can't...
