"What is this?" he asked. Clearly he knew what it was, but he was asking what it was for.
"It's a whistle," you hadn't picked up on that fact.
Light, who was observing the situation from the seat next to L, perked up, "Ryuzaki meant 'what is it for,' (Name)?"
"Oh. Well it's a rape whistle."
Light's eyes widened with shock as L's brows rose in confusion. Picking up on the fact that they were waiting for your explanation, you smirked.
"I don't want pervy Light coming onto you in your handcuffed state," you felt your smirk widen as Light sputtered out refusals. Before leaving the boys you added, "Plus, I'm the only one allowed to violate you, Ryuzaki~"
As you left you heard Light grumble, "I don't know what you see in her Ryuzaki."
"She keeps things
No response came from him as L buried his eyes into the words imprinted on the computer screen. You crossed your arms and tapped your foot.
“Ryuzaki,” you said for the seemingly millionth time. “Ryuzaki. Ryuuuzaaaaaaaaakiiiiiii?” Now, you were practically singing it.
Before you could even inhale to say it again, his black eyes turned to meet yours.
“Why aren’t you home, [Name]?” he asked, dropping a piece of chocolate in his mouth. “You know I gave everyone this time to sort things out with their families. You don’t have to be here.”
“Yeah, I know,” you grabbed the seat next to him and placed your feet against the edge of the table. “But, my parents are used to me being gone. Besides, I told them I was at a hotel. They think I’m spending time with my boyfriend.
You sighed a bit, chewing on your thumb as you blankly stared at the computer screen in front of you. Your baggy, long-sleeved, (f/c) shirt hung on your (s/c) frame, your (e/c) eyes sporting dark circles under them. Your hair was only a bit messy, considering you hadn’t slept to mess it up. You tore your attention from the security footage to look at the man beside you. L was sitting in his usual strange position, looking a lot like you did. Dark circles under his eyes, messy hair, baggy clothes. You two could pass as twins. Well, if it weren’t for his dark, emotionless eyes, you could pass as twins. You ran a hand through your (h/l), (h/c) hair, sighing again. You reached for your glass of tea next to the computer monitor. Your sleeve