Written By Fate ||L Lawliet x Reader||

Chapter 9

The decision to follow Light had been Y/N's idea, and she was more than eager to put it into action. Something about Light had been bothering her ever since their accidental meeting at the café. He was too calm, too perfect, and it gnawed at her. L didn't argue when she suggested tailing him. He agreed, though he approached it with his usual reserved tone, masking any excitement or tension he might have felt about the plan.

"Ryuzaki, don't you think Light's been a little too good at everything? No one's that perfect," Y/N mused, leaning casually against the wall of the headquarters.

L, as usual, didn't directly respond but nodded slightly. "He is a suspect. But we don't act without evidence."

"Exactly. So, we watch him," she replied with a sly grin, already thinking ahead. "Besides, I know you've thought about it too. Admit it, L."

He didn't take the bait, but Y/N could see the slight flicker in his eyes, which told her she was right.

They spent the next few days discreetly following Light, careful not to draw any suspicion. Y/N was sharp, quick with her observations. She noted how Light seemed almost too aware of his surroundings at times, like he was playing the part of the innocent, helpful son of the police chief. His charm worked on most people, but Y/N wasn't buying it. She kept her distance, carefully watching from the shadows with L beside her.

"Look at him," Y/N whispered as they watched Light walk into a café, casually greeting people as though he didn't have a care in the world. "Too perfect, right? He's got everyone fooled."

L didn't respond right away, his eyes never leaving Light. "He's careful, I'll give him that."

"Careful? He's putting on a damn show," Y/N muttered, a little louder than intended. She leaned a bit closer to L, her shoulder brushing against his. "You've got to admit, he's suspicious as hell."

"I agree," L finally said, though his voice was distant, as if his mind was running through multiple theories at once.

After a few hours, they decided they'd seen enough for the day. Light was careful, too careful, and that only added to their suspicions. Y/N had been right — something was off. But there was nothing concrete yet.

Y/N had been pacing the room for what felt like hours, her frustration bubbling to the surface as she recounted the day's events. They had followed Light, and something about him just didn't sit right with her. The guy was too perfect, too calm, and even though L kept insisting they needed concrete evidence, she couldn't shake the feeling that Light was hiding something.

"L, come on, you know I'm right about this!" Y/N exclaimed, her voice raised as she threw her hands in the air. "We've been watching him all day. He's slipping up. I can feel it."

L sat at his desk, his usual hunched posture giving nothing away. He was calmly typing on his laptop, occasionally glancing at the notes they had taken. His face remained expressionless, but Y/N could tell he was listening.

"We need actual proof, Y/N," he replied, his tone measured and even. "Suspicions won't hold up. We need solid evidence."

Y/N groaned in frustration, stopping in her tracks to face him. "I get that, but you can't deny that he's acting weird. You said it yourself, he's a suspect."

"He is," L agreed, not looking up from his screen. "But until we catch him making a real mistake, we can't accuse him."

"Fine," Y/N muttered, crossing her arms. "But I still think he's Kira. I don't care how careful he's been."

L glanced up at her, his dark eyes studying her for a moment. He was silent, as if weighing his words. Then, he spoke, "Let's get cake."

Y/N blinked, caught off guard. "Cake?"