Yandere Death Note Oneshots

Sorry | L + Platonic Task Force

(3895 words)

(This title is named for the genuine sadness and remorse I felt while writing this 😊😍😋)

(Warning: A bit handsy)

"You should be more careful." L placed his hand on his wife's lower back, helping her cross the doorway. His tender eyes never left her tense form, even as he lead her into the elevator, claiming the stairs were too dangerous. A cool hand placed itself on her forehead, brushing away some stray strands of hair.

It was early in the morning-- too early.

Y/N's eyes squinted as the sunlight radiating from the windows illuminated the space and themselves, the apartment high above the clouds. It was rarely sunny, and it was amusing to her husband to see her recoil like a vampire, the pale yellow illuminating her glowing skin.

A low chuckle left him, a chaste kissing pressing to the side of her head. "You must be tired, still. I thought I told you to go to sleep early last night."

The sweet smell of pancakes cooking curled around the kitchen, barely subsiding her churning stomach. Footsteps shuffled inside, before Chief Yagami appeared, an apron tied around his waist and friendly eyes matching his fatherly smile. From behind, Aizawa was yelling at someone -- presumably Matsuda-- and waving a spatula around. Chief didn't pay them any mind, neither did L, as it was a common enough occurrence. Still, Y/N went to go break it off, waddling off into the kitchen to find the two men by the stove.

As soon as Matsuda saw the woman, he nearly cried in relief. "Y/N, thank goodness you're here. Aizawa's being a meanie again."

"No I'm not, you dummy! I'm giving you what you deserve for putting aluminium in the microwave!" He pointed to the corner, where the microwave, situated upon a marble countertop, emitted troubling gray smoke from, crumpled aluminium with darkened spots already thrown away into the trash can.

Matsuda puffed his cheeks in protest. "I wanted to see what it would do--"

Smack. Aizawa landed a solid hit to the back of Matsuda's head with the spatula, scowling as the younger man sniffled tearfully, his puppy-like eyes welling. "Stop crying. You're only acting dramatic because Y/N's here."

Said woman came over to pat Matsuda's head, the latter practically melting into her arms. A pair of blazing eyes glared holes into his back, but he ignored them, hugging onto Y/N's waist. Y/N ruffled his hair, sighing before saying the one sentence he never wanted to hear: "Aizawa's right."

"You too!?"

"Don't hold onto her so tight." L had appeared behind Matsuda so fast it might've been magic. The latter twisted around, letting go of Y/N begrudgingly, knowing the latter had the final decision in everything that happened here.

The raven haired detective then curled an arm around Y/N's waist, tight to pull her against him. Matsuda wanted to protest discrimination against this hypocrisy, but remembered the threats he received in the past, and wisely didn't bring it up. Instead, he took out the plate with the pancakes he had previously been working on -- after have stolen credit from Aizawa-- and beamed brightly, a knot appearing on the back of his head from the hit.

"I made you pancakes!" Matsuda exclaimed, guiding her to a table. "Hurry up, slowpoke, or I'll eat them all instead."

"She's pregnant, so she has to be careful." L practically hissed, one of his pale hands on the small of her back to make sure she didn't fall, even though there was no chance of hers anyways. The possessive touch of his didn't fly past anyone, but it wasn't like they were in any position to argue-- as they had the same protective instinct over the H/C haired girl.