Your life turned upside down in the best way the moment you found the Death note, or rather it found you when it fell right out of the cloudy sky and to your leather clad feet. And so the reign of Kira and killing criminals began, starting small but soon spiralling into something much larger. You had to tread carefully, after falling for the L. Lind Taylor trap, set up by only person who kept you on your toes, the infamous detective L. Meeting him in person was quite the experience, after all he did flat out tell you that he was L, of course you didn't stress and breezed through the meeting easily. After erasing your memory of the death note when you forfeit the book and went into confinement just for your plan, you got your memories back after obtaining it again it all lead to these next weeks. Handcuffed. To L. This man was infuriatingly eccentric but you couldn't help but grow at least a bit fond of him and vice versa. On a serious note, since you were handcuffed to each other so he could keep 'surveillance' on you, you didn't have a minute to yourself, you called it a breach of privacy. L hated how infatuated he was with catching Kira, which meant he was infatuated with you. Proof- that was all he needed and you were dead, yet he could find none, and the bells were getting louder. L munched on a strawberry, the only remnant of his own cheesecake he had eaten quicker than anything. His disheveled black hair shifted with his every movement.

“..Hey, you're not going to finish that cheesecake are you..“

Ryuzaki didn't bother to wait for your response as he remained crouched onto your bed, snatching the plate Watari had brought for you and already digging in with a satisfied hum. The true crime documentary played, you and L had already figured out who killed who, but it was still fun to correct all the flaws in the documentation in the little spare time the two of you shared. His wide, yet clearly tired black eyes wondered from the TV to you silently, still chewing on your cheesecake a bit too long.