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Come 7:35 AM the next morning, Light had seemingly set his plans into motion. His first move came in the form of an overly expensive box of truffles, and a thermal of glazed lemon loaf tea on L’s desk.
Initially, when L spotted the items, he found pause, partly because he was suspicious of them. - Eventually, this fear did wane, as he deduced that Kira would never kill via direct poisoning.- and partly because when he had taken a sip of the liquid, he’d found the taste delightful.
He wondered if Light watched him closely enough to know the correct cream and sugar content he preferred for his tea. Or if there was something more sinister taking place.
When L moved for the truffles, he spotted an envelope peeking from below the packaging.
‘Interesting’. He thought, pulling the document gently from beneath the sweets. When nothing immediately lunged for him, he began to open it.
The contents read;
‘Dear Ryuzaki,
You have given me 7 days to prove my affections for you,
but if things go right, I plan to spend the rest of my life following this same objective.
I will be seeing you soon, be ready.
P.S. I hope you enjoyed your presents.
-Yours, Yagami Light’
It was strange. The Light in this letter spoke with the tone expected by society of a suitor his age. It was not, however, expected by L, to whom it felt uncanny.
Even disregarding that, it was tacky. Like the sender had watched a movie in order to replicate human emotion but mostly plagiarized the heartthrobs dialogue.
Not to mention, some of it read like more of a threat than anything. L wondered how much of this was intentional.
Something about it made L’s chest uncomfortably tight. This more than likely had to do with his outrageous sugar consumption.
He picked at the knee of his jeans with a pensive finger. Perhaps he was over analyzing. He thoughtfully tapped the finger against denim. There was no such thing as too much when it came to Kira.
“‘Yours’, huh?”, he murmured to himself, disbelieving.
As if anyone could ever truly own the creature. The man belonged solely to himself. His ego was certainly big enough to fulfill the role of a partner. Any more love than that, and he might just cease to exist.
This was slightly ridiculous. L was smart, annoyingly so- as he had been told various times. He was not daft enough to fall for someone over sweets he could easily obtain.
Not to mention, this was something anyone who saw L on a day to day basis would know he enjoyed. Matsuda could have gifted them if not for the note. It meant nothing more than the grains of sand did to the beach.
Well, that was not to say he didn’t appreciate it in general…
He was just cautious. He had to be if he wished to continue surviving these cases.
L, perturbed, slid the letter back into the envelope.
He called Watari to bring the gifts to his room, suddenly not hungry at all.
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By the time that Light made an appearance into the headquarters, L was hard at work with his nose stuffed into his laptop.
He did not acknowledge Light.
With no visual of his gifts, Light was left to assume that L had already consumed them.
He approached the perched detective swiftly, standing behind him, hand on either side of the desk and his chin slotting atop the other's head. L, surprisingly did not react.
“Hello, Ryuzaki,” Light greeted warmly, “did you enjoy your gifts?,” he questioned, subtly attempting to eye the information on L’s screen from over his hair.
L hummed noncommittally, shrugging, “I didn’t eat them.” He spoke coolly, as if it made no difference.
He was proverbially, ‘poking the bear’. To get a reaction out of Kira, rather than Light.
Light was stunned by the uncaring nature of the man. He glowered behind him, a scowl taking place on his lips. Who did this bastard think he was?-
L swiftly tilted his monitor back. He opened the video camera on his laptop, showcasing his own playful smirk, and Light’s disdain.
“I didn’t think it would upset you this much, Light-kun.” He teased, finding amusement in the others' reaction.
Light immediately dropped the scowl, feigning puppy dog eyes. L looked like he may gag.
“I just want you to believe me,” Light sighed out, lips practically trembling.
“And why is that, Light?” L’s eyes caught Lights through the video screen, more than just a hint of doubt in his gaze. His iris’ were haunting through the monitor, a steely grey that looked almost like liquified moon.
He was attempting to pick apart Light’s motives. Light wouldn't allow it again.
He placed a kiss on the top of L’s head. The other man appeared to have a vague malfunction, hand sputtering on his keyboard, and eyes flying wide open. His pupils looked eerie, blown like this.
“I did not say you could do that.” L spoke tensely, he was unmoving- aside from his obnoxious mouth.
Light smiled cruelly into the man's hair. Although he couldn't be sure why L had reacted to the peck the way he did, he had hopes that the odds were already swinging in his favor.
That, or he had a major aversion to touch.
It could be either, honestly.
Light hoped it was the first option.
Otherwise it would be embarrassing when he went in for the kill.
He moved from L’s crown, leaning down to whisper against his ear, “I just really like you, Ryuzaki.” Light spoke against the flesh like it was a dangerous secret. He drew his name out in a deep vibrato resembling a purr.
At the statement, L froze completely. There wasn’t a single twitch in his posture.
Until suddenly there was- a flush broke across his skin. A brilliant, blotchy pink spread itself across his face, and dipped into his collar bone.
His breath stuttered, catching in his throat.
This was it! He had gotten to L, the scales were tipping in his favor! It was too easy.
He bit his lip and!
…doubled over laughing...?
What the hell was wrong with this guy?!
“Honestly Light, I would have expected you to be less cheesy.” L teased as he shook through the last of his laughter. “Do you expect these school-boy tactics to make your case more compelling? Or do you genuinely believe that this is the best way to get me to fall for you?” L turned on Light, pushing a hand against the man's abdomen, causing his chair to roll backwards. He wanted distance. “I am not a young woman, nor am I dumb. I will not play a part in an act that I find boring. If you don’t know that by now, I doubt you will ever truly know me.”
Light had just given L flirtation that people had wet dreams about. And all he had to say was that it was ‘boring’?
That little shit! How dare he? Light had spent a hundred dollars on chocolate that the man didn’t even eat- and then he gets made fun of for attempting to smooth the situation over?
It was no wonder L remained single, if this was how he treated his partners.
…Although there was something about the way L outsmarted him again and again…
If nothing else the detective had a deadly weapon of a mind, Light could objectively respect that.
After all, there was no one else who was capable to go against Light quite like him.
Light blinked, zoning back in, the energy seemed to have shifted somehow.
Were his pants tight?
L moved his hand midair, pointing directly from his eye level. Right at Light.
He seemed like he may start laughing again.
“Well, I will admit, this is a reasonably convincing argument.” Light looked down, feeling as if the moment was in slow motion.
…
..
.
No way was he hard.