This is an L x male! Reader futurefic, years after the Kira case in a timeline where L does not die! You and L are best friends and share an apartment together, but you're crushing hard on the world's greatest detective. What will things come to bet...
I thought to myself about what I wanted to do today as I took another bite of my breakfast.
Maybe I could go to a cafe somewhere? But maybe that would be too much food for one day.
I looked over at L. He had finished his food already, and was looking at me.
"You look like you're thinking," he said. "I am." "What about?" "What am I going to do today?" "There's a lot of things you could do." "Of course there is. That's why I'm having trouble. Although I'm thinking I might go to the mall." "That's a good way to keep your mind off things. You can have my card if you would like." "I don't need your card, Lawliet. I have my own with plenty of money." I laughed.
He stared at me for a moment.
"Well yes, but I would like to give you something, as an apology for putting you through yesterday's events,"
I thought about Komu. I almost thought it was just a bad nightmare. Almost. I was dampened by the thought of that poor girl standing on the chair.
I tried not to think about it.
"Thank you for your kindness, but you really don't have to!" "I insist." "Fine. I know you won't give up until I take it." I sighed.
I stood, taking his card and returning to the bedroom to get dressed.
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I was now dressed, and I quickly left.
"I'll be home around 4!" I told L.
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~L's POV~
I watched as Y/N walked out the door. He was wearing a simple outfit, but he was decked in enough chains and accessories to make it look complex and interesting.
He had a knack for making outfits look good. Or maybe that was just me. Now that he was gone, I could check that paper.
I stood, putting my breakfast plate in the sink to wash later. I walked into the bedroom. We shared it, but I hardly ever used it.
I stepped over to the small desk, where Y/N did most of his work and stored his stationary.
I opened up the narrow drawer along the top, finding a paper neatly folded on top of all the other loose odds and ends. I gingerly picked up the paper between my thumb and index finger. On the front, scrawled in Y/N's hurried handwriting, it was addressed
To: My favorite person.
I thought back to what I said last night. So he'd heard that? He'd been awake? Apparently, he was really good at pretending to be asleep. He even breathed like he was asleep. From that, I concluded that it was addressed to me.
My heart thumped in my chest at a rapid pace as I opened the letter. What would it entail? What would I learn?
I was never one for romance, or even discovering my preference for the gender of my romantic partners, but I was certain about one thing.
The way I felt about him was like nothing I've ever felt before.
It was love, I was sure of it. 99% sure. The last 1% is still uncertain, but still.... 99% sure is pretty high last time I checked.
