Suspect and the Detective [L Lawliet x Reader]

Blue Trees

After what felt like hours, Harrington finally dismissed his class. Instead of getting up like everyone else, (Y/N) kept herself seated and counted every student who left. She watched as each student disappeared behind the wooden doorframe one at a time.

When the final student stepped out, she finally stood from her seat and grabbed her school bag and slung it over her shoulder. She started walking down the aisle towards the front of the large room but froze when she heard scuffling behind her. She glanced over her shoulder to see who could've possibly still been here, and sure enough, someone hadn't left yet.

Ryuga had just gotten himself standing up when she was close to Harringtons desk. His dark and wide eyes seemed to be trained on her, either curiosity or bore leaving them set on her. She noticed that he was staring and ignored it. People stared at her in malice all the time, so she was used to it. Except this time...it wasn't malice that rested in his deathly stare. More of...curiosity of some sorts. He didn't look frustrated or condescending like everyone else did. She couldn't tell from where she was, though, so she brushed it off as another rude gawker.

She stepped down the layers of steps and made it to the doorway, which led to a noisy hallway filled with students of varying sizes. She felt this lingering presence behind her, which sent chills down her spine. Her head turned slowly only to see that Ryuga had somehow caught up with her while barely making a noise. Her expression blank as death, she shifted to the side slightly and let him pass before her. They made brief eye-contact before he stiffly walked past her and vanished within the variety of bustling college students.

She took a small deep breath with zero emotion displayed in her face as she smoothly entered the crowded halls. She kept her shoulders scrunched as people shoved past her and she felt a few articles of garbage hit her along the way.

With a small sigh of relief, she made it to a water fountain and waited patiently next to it for Light. Her arms hugged her tiny cloaked torso as people gave her filthy looks and shot insults as they walked past. She closed her eyes and simply ignored them. She's gotten...quite good at ignoring people over the course of her life.

Her eyes opened when she felt a gentle poke on her shoulder. Light had made his way to her and was standing relatively close to her. He smiled at her and she looked down at his hands as he started speaking in limited sign language. With her lifelong silence, she used sign language to communicate, and Light forced himself to learn it so he could speak to her normally.

She read his silent words and nodded. He raised his arm hesitantly over her shoulders, and she automatically leaned into his hold as he walked her through the halls.

At the end of the day, (Y/N) and Light wandered the campus together in search of their dorms. Their dorms were located in two tall identical buildings beside each other. They each held the living spaces for each gender. One building held the males while the other held the females. Light would head to the building on the left and (Y/N) the one on the right. After a little hesitation, Light said bye to her silently and she nodded in response as they both walked in the opposite direction. She stepped inside and took a good look at the nice lobby. The polished floor had wooden carving etched in patterns and golden accents lined the dark gray walls. The room was rather well lit and warm, leaving behind a comfortable and welcoming aura.

She didn't really care about her rather beautiful surroundings and just headed to one of the multiple elevators.

Pulling a paper she was given that had her dorm information on it out of her bag, she pressed the button with the number 4 on it. The double doors closed and she felt the little box going up. She leaned against the wall, blowing a stray hair out of her face. She started fiddling with her fingers, the only noise in the small room being her quiet breathing and slight brushing of her hoodie sleeves.