Written By Fate ||L Lawliet x Reader||

Chapter 8

The day had been long, but Y/N didn't seem to mind. In fact, she was enjoying every moment of being around L. She had spent the entire day glued to his side, either helping him with the investigation or just finding an excuse to stick around. It had become their new dynamic—she'd call him Ryuzaki in front of the others, but in private, she insisted on using his real name, L. She liked how it sounded coming from her lips, and she liked how it made him stiffen slightly whenever she said it.

Matsuda had even commented on her outfits more than once today, claiming she had "incredible style." He wasn't wrong. Y/N had an eye for fashion and knew exactly how to make her presence known. Today's outfit? A chic, fitted blouse with a neckline that dipped just low enough to catch some attention, paired with a mini skirt and high heels that clicked with each step she took.

She caught L's glance then—he hadn't said anything, but she knew he noticed her, too. Even if he wouldn't admit it.

They were now alone in the headquarters, late at night. The team had long gone home, and only the hum of computers and the soft clicking of keyboards filled the room. L sat in his usual position on the chair, his knees tucked up to his chest, his eyes locked onto the screen as usual. Y/N, on the other hand, was restless. After reviewing documents for hours, she stood up, stretched, and without any hesitation, jumped up onto the desk, sitting on it casually.

L barely glanced up at first, but when she swung her legs playfully and leaned back on her hands, the movement caught his attention. He looked up, and for the first time that night, his gaze lingered on her. Specifically, on the neckline of her blouse. The cleavage. He quickly forced himself to look away, but Y/N noticed. Oh, she definitely noticed.

She grinned, leaning forward slightly, her voice teasing. "What are you looking at, L?"

Her boobs.

His face immediately flushed, trying to maintain his usual professional demeanor. But Y/N had noticed, of course. She always noticed.

He cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure, his eyes darting back to the screen. "Nothing. Just... thinking."

Y/N chuckled softly. "Right. Thinking." She emphasized the word, clearly not believing him, but she decided to let it slide. For now.

L didn't respond to that, but there was a faint blush on his cheeks now, which Y/N noticed right away. She grinned wider. "Aw, come on, L, you're blushing. Didn't think I could make you do that."

"I'm not blushing," L said, his voice a little more defensive than usual.

"Oh, you definitely are," Y/N teased, leaning forward and tilting her head, trying to catch his eyes again. "What's the matter? Am I distracting you?"

L let out a soft sigh, his fingers pausing on the keyboard. He turned slightly toward her, his eyes meeting hers for a brief moment before he looked away again. "Yes," he said bluntly. "You're distracting."

Y/N's eyes lit up at his admission. "Well, I'll take that as a compliment," she said with a wink. "You know, you could just say you enjoy having me around."

L didn't answer immediately, but Y/N saw the slight twitch in his expression, the way his shoulders tensed just a little. 

She shifted the conversation, wanting to get back to work, at least for a bit. "You know," she said, crossing her legs and leaning forward, "I've been thinking. Kira's definitely a student. I mean, the pattern is there—he's smart, careful, but the way the killings are spaced out, especially the ones during school hours? He's trying to throw us off by switching up the times, but it's too obvious. He's trying too hard not to make it a routine."