#deatnote

So what if instead of L getting mad at the reader for every little thing (I read that one and loved it) what if we get L defending the reader because Light keeps passive aggressively bullying/criticizing them for every little thing?

I can wait until ticket time, I don't mind!

hi lovie! I luv this, it's so smart and cute!

L never liked Light. He had a certain dearth of "rightness", he felt off from day one and it only got worse the more time L spent around him. Especially when L introduced you to the Taskforce.

"This is Y/n. She is highly qualified and an impeccable detective, she will be working with us from now on."

Light had something to say, of course.

"Where has she been up until now, we could've used another detective!"

"Russia, then Germany. You neglect to remember this isn't the only case that needs solving, Light." L answers for you, but for some reason the anger it evokes in Light is directed at you.

"Yeah? Well, we'll see if she's as good as you say," And then under his breath as he walks away, "Probably as idiotic as she looks.."

Turning to L with an amused expression, you're taken aback by the rage he's radiating. His shoulders shake slightly as he directs you to your desk.

"What a dick," You remark.

"98% dick." L agrees.

Two weeks later, you're hobbling in the room, balancing reports and documents on your shoulders and arms. As you near your desk, where Light is speaking to L, his eyes glance over to where you're slowly walking and flicker back to the conversation. Then, right when you're about to kick your chair out of the way, Light suddenly turns and slams into you.

You fall back and wheeze, the wind knocked out of you completely as you land on your butt. You stare at all your neatly organized work spreading out across the floor, terribly devastated.

"Watch where you're going, Y/n! God, look at the mess you made." Light scoffs and bends over, scornfully picking up some of your things languidly.

L turns to help but halts when he sees you already have most of it in your arms again and you're just waiting for light to hand you the documents he's holding. He watches the interaction with a curious gaze.

"Sorry, I thought you saw me." You didn't have the energy to fight, you lost that 2 sleepless days ago.

"Clearly, I didn't," You reach for the papers from his hands but he pulls them back, dangling them just out of your reach, "Not so fast. Apologize."

"What?"

"A-po-lo-gize." He repeats, enunciating each syllable pridefully.

Before you could speak, L does for you.

"I believe she already did, if my ears don't deceive me. Hand her her documents so she may get back to work."

Light scoffs, dumping the files into your hands and mumbling something about a "dumb slut" under his breath. You brush it off, moving towards your desk when L's commanding voice stops you.

"I'm sorry, Light. Do you have something else to say about the second finest detective in the world? Do your top scores in highschool exams lead you to believe she is not, in every way imaginable, your superior?"

The tone is completely calm, as if discussing afternoon tea, but the words dig into the atmosphere harshly, cutting through the air and visibly wounding Light.

The entire room freezes. It almost feels like someone died. The tenseness is equal to that scenario. A beat, two, Light's back is towards the Taskforce. The only give to his rage is the tremble of his right hand, itching to hit, to hurt maybe.

"...No... Not at all. I'm sorry for my actions." He bites the words out, like the burn his throat as they bubble up.

"Good. Act like it."

Then L turns back to his work like nothing happened and finishes a sentence previously left without a period. When you sit down also and begin spreading your papers about, the room releases a breath and the cogs begin moving again. Worker bees flock to the coffee, some to their desks, one to the bathroom.