emotionless? ⋘ L x reader ⋙

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a/n: ah shit, i'm gonna change the branding of the book again, i am doing this because my brother found it and i don't want him reading it. so uhh, ignore how this book has like no brand :(( sorry y'all hgjkzghjklh

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It's been a few days since Ryuzaki had put Tailor on TV to bait Kira. The image of him gripping his chest, throwing his head back and then dropping dead stuck with you.

It was petrifying knowing that Kira could do that to people without even making contact. Ryuzaki suspected it had to do with the names and faces, but what if it wasn't. What if it was less than that.

Tailor went on that screen expecting a pardon from death row at best, and to be killed later that night at worst. He didn't know his life was cut short by just a few hours. His last words were scripted.

That last thought stung.

The last words of that man's whole life, he didn't get to choose.

Suddenly, I was snapped out of my thoughts by a clap of thunder. I first looked to the clock, as I had awoken from a bad dream about Kira before my aforementioned thoughts.

It was 4:28. I then looked around to see where Ryuzaki was. He was slouched in the chair near his laptop, the center of his back where the back of the chair met the seat. I got up and quietly walked over to him. Once I got closer I realized that he was asleep.

I looked at him close up, I couldn't decide if he looked peaceful or upset. His posture looked like it would be painful when he woke up. I reached my hand out towards his face slow as I could and softly pushed his hair out of his face.

I withdrew my hand, looking at the face that I decided looked peaceful. He was so pretty. My heart fluttered as the thought of kissing him right now danced through my mind.

Why would I even think to do that.

Even someone as impulsive as myself knew to restrain from doing that. I stood up from my crouch, fetching a blanket from the bed, soft one that I had brought from home. I laid it over him, making sure to be gentle enough that I didn't wake him. 

I smiled down at the man. I then walked back to the bed, stepping softly. I got back into it, smile still plastered on my face. I laid in my back, it's been forever since I've felt like this.

Realization smacked me in the face.

I have a crush on L.

No, you can't, Ryuzaki is your boss. You barely know him. No.

Too late.

My heart and my brain thought two completely different things. But despite being a detective, I've always been one to follow my heart over my head.

This wasn't good. I sighed in desperation before focusing on the sound of the rain. I lost myself in the mind numbing patter.

Soon enough, the sun rose. And with it came my detective roommate.

Shit. I better not start acting all flustered because now I realize I have a crush on him.

"Good morning Ryuzaki." I said, standing up and stretching.

"Morning." He said flatly, before opening his eyes, he then sat back up onto the balls of his feet, moving the blanket so it was draped over his shoulders.

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I woke up, disoriented for a second from the presence of the blanket. But it was warm, so I put it over my shoulders instead of throwing it to the side.