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Summary: Post dedicated to this request. In a world where soulmates exist, L is your other half, not as hard as it sounds, plus, you have your friends.

W/C:5.5K (I'm so freaking scared this is cringe)

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, kisses, and almost making out I suppose, mostly fluff, though! Also, AU where L won against Kira, so Light is either dead or in jail (most likely the first-)

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.𖥔 ݁ ˖✮♡.-Destiny. It’s something that some believe in, and some others don’t, both opinions are valid, or at least they were until proof proved that fate did exist, at least in romance.

It was something that appeared out of nowhere, pretty much as if there was a void and this fate was born to fill that empty space, but in nowadays world, you were able to know who your soulmate was.

As a kid, hearing of something like this was fairytale like, a dream come true, you’d learn who your beloved was and you’d stay together, the ultimate bond, sounded amazing, but as an adult? As someone who had already built their life with someone, only to find out they weren’t their soulmate, it was heartbreaking, some cared and ended things, while a minimal amount stayed with each other, yet with a yearning for another lover.

It had begun a few years or decades ago, after learning that some myths that before were taken just as a joke were a truth, the government took the chance to investigate and elaborate further, and after they looked out for something, they indeed found something.

There were some other theories that were reality, such as the red thread one, legend saying that you were connected to your soulmate with this red thread, it could be long or short, stretched, but never cut out, and, that one day you’d up being lovers with the person you were attached to.

To find this person, some people found their way to make it visible, and your parents had decided that they’d do the enchantment once you were born so you were forced to find your soulmate; the whole thing in a worldwide meaning was an awful thing to do, a passionate thing to do, a task or a must do, depending on your perspective.

You were neutral on it, didn’t care about the thread that united you to someone, or at least you were until you entered your post grade, half of the campus had already found their special one, and the other half were in search for them, frustrating, really.

The day was sort of calm, cloudy yet not rainy, not cold nor warm, just a usual day. You and your friends had accorded to go to the town’s library in order to study, surely as well as hanging out. Being a twenty-seven woman wasn’t an easy job, or you thought so.

You were on your way of being a forensic, almost finishing in two months, it had always called you out in some twisted and interesting manner. You’d help people, in a unique approach, but you would, that’s what mattered the most at the end.

So, as you awaited, you felt something tugging your hand, when you turned around, you only found out that it was him, or her? Better to just call them by they until you discovered it; well, that it was them moving around, they didn’t really move that much.

It grounded you, since it made it feel more real, made the whole destiny thing to become more physical than just an idea in your brain, and in some other form, it also was threatening, to know there was somebody out there waiting for you. You liked to think that they did it on purpose, since they didn’t disturb you constantly, so when they pulled, you pulled back, never getting a pull in return once again unfortunately.

And yet you continued doing so every time they moved, after feeling the tug, you swung your arm, then placed it on the table in front of your seat, waiting for them to do anything…

One second…

Two seconds now…

And, surprisingly… Three seconds…

A sigh was heard coming from your breath before they replied, you had already given up after four seconds. Then you felt it, a soft pull, it was different to the others, more planned, as if they had thought about it.

Your eyes widened and your heart stopped mid second, not fully believing they had made something in return, and just as you were about to move again, you felt a soft tap on your shoulder. Being a woman who looked rather lost, she adjusted her glasses, then spoke with a gentle voice:

—Excuse me miss, do you know where the bathrooms are at? My apologies if I interrupted anything…

It brought you back to earth, popping your bubble of illusions, so quickly, you gave her some instructions and directions, the old lady nodded and gave you smile, thanking you for your kindness.

She walked away, and while you watched her doing so, you noticed your friends entering the place, the idea of them tugging back now long forgotten in your mind. You stood up, then went with your group.

—Layla! Abel!

You yelled at them, trying to catch their attention, waving a hand after they spot you. Seeming oddly pleased.

—Wait for me!

You went with them, giving them a quick hug as a greeting, then tilted your head after they giggled, being weirded out by their attitudes.

—What’s with you two? You’re acting all joyful…

They scoffed, then Layla grabbed your hand and lead you outside the library, almost as if she didn’t really care about the whole study hang out thing, probably that was the case, knowing her.

—You have no idea what happened today to both of us pumpkin pie!

Abel followed along as she dragged you, getting to a more secluded area in the library’s garden, she looked around in an attempt of finding out a seat, and failing afterwards, she huffed, then sat on the ground, making you trip over for a second.

She stopped holding your hand to take something out of her bag, Abel left out an amused chuckle as he sat beside you, both observing her, curiosity filling your senses.

—Look! Look! Remember how Abel and I were still looking out for our soulmates, well, guess what happened today?

Her excitement was showing all over you, even though you weren’t actually sharing the feeling, you hummed in acknowledgement, already expecting to be told they had found them, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt.

—I told you to guess!

You sighed, rolling your eyes as Abel punched your side, trying to get you out of your judging state, yet the moment didn’t feel tense at all, you understood each other without being awkward.

—Alright, alright, hm… If I really have to guess, I’d tell you both already found them.

She jumped over to you, grabbing your hands and squished them without much force, giggling in enthusiasm, a smile forming on her face.

—Yes! But, like, girl, they are siblings! Like, they live in the same house and everything! You tell her Abel!

Abel nodded, his emotions much less obvious than what Layla was showing off, having a mere blush over his cheeks and avoiding eye contact with you.

—Yes… We were getting out of our apartment as our threads started to tense a lot… As well as being tugged by them, when we followed it, we found them and had a short chat…

He seemed sheepish about the whole story, happy at the same time, couldn’t help but be happy about them, yet envious, they had already found their soulmates, not to say that since they entered your college, they had been having interactions with their future partners, even though they were only tugs.

The evening passed with no trouble, you talked for a while, joked, had some snacks, and studied, of course, them, your soulmate didn’t have activity, apparently, you didn’t feel any kind of movement, wondered if they also overthought about how much you moved, or more importantly, wondered about you.

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He was in the middle of a case as he felt your tug. It distracted him, awfully, he could have an incredible attention span, he did in fact, but you, you were just so annoying, since he was born, you were there, he had no idea of who you were, but you had always been with him.

He was an orphan, he had no social clues, so no one had ever explained him the concept of soulmates, until Wammy’s house, that was. And still, he couldn’t fully comprehend why would anyone want their children to be attached to someone their whole life, nor why he had to be united to someone.

So whenever he felt that movement of yours, a constant one, he was fuming, not quite literally, he kept being a stoic and unexpressive teenager, but it pissed him inside his core, since it was a reminding of you, your presence, he never returned the action, wanting to make you think you had no soulmate, that he was non-existent, he rarely moved harshly, only doing so to practice his capoeira or play tennis matches.

Today was different, though, his spoon had dropped to the floor when he was eating, not having enough focus on his actions but on the data that showed the screen, he moved to pick it up, yet that’s when you moved, perfect time, it was almost as if you were constantly thinking when it’d be better for you to annoy him and do so exactly.

He almost tripped, and in consequence, he moved in a slightly rough way, he noticed the thread tense, knowing what that could’ve probably mean to you, so what had been a reply to you, it had been an accident to him, another nuisance of being practically chained to you.

You didn’t respond back, though.

Perhaps it was better that way, he had enough on his plate to worry about his soulmate having ideals.

How were you? And how truthful was the fact that you were his soulmate? Would he really meet you? Would he at least like you?

He stared blankly into the screen once again, just zoning out momentarily, then returned his attention into the case.

Then, he ran out of pastries, 8:32 p.m. and he didn’t have any sweets left, if it was any normal day, he would’ve got Watari to bring him more, but it wasn’t, Watari had left to go on a trip to the orphanage, saying he wanted to check if all the children were doing alright, L had agreed, thinking it was an efficient choice, and now, now he was regretting it.

He sighed in frustration, not wanting to go out at all, put being smart enough to know that he wouldn’t be comfortable with the idea of spending all the night and probably the next morning without fuel.

He grabbed a dark blue coat Watari gave him for emergency cases (even if this was no emergency), the keys of the hotel room, and proceeded to make a small visit to a nearby store, hoping not to take a lot of his own time.

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You were lying on your bed, passing the sheets of Layla’s notebook one after another, in some hope that you’d understand her notes, even though it was about a topic you didn’t even have in your career, being an assignment from Layla and Abel. Couldn’t resist their pleads and puppy eyes.

You rubbed your temple in exhaust, whether you liked it or not, you were tired, studying that much today had been a trouble, more thanks to your poor sleeping habits. Deciding that you’d continue trying to be reliable and helpful to your friends tomorrow, you closed the notebook, then turned to read the hour on your clock.

8:42p.m.

Perhaps taking a walk could help you relax, plus, it had been a while since you last did so, at least by your own, you grabbed a light orange hoodie you had, put your headphones on, played some musica, then took your apartment’s keys, opened the door, and went outside.

...

As he went to the store, he felt you moving, slightly, but he was sensible, receptive to any kind of thing that he considered an alert or a signal, you were an alert, he wasn’t sure why, but every time he went to the outside world, he always had a feeling that he was in danger, that, or that he’d find you and have his brain short circuit.

For his fortune, that has never happened.

After defeating Light, his life had changed a lot. He was more known now, before, he was a shadow that nobody was aware of, now he was a worldwide celebrity, without anyone knowing how he looked, that was helpful.

He started to value life more. Maybe being in the edge of dying can make thing to you, but he started to go for walks sometimes, started eating some real food at least once a day, continued learning new hobbies…

Once he entered the store, he reached for some packaged little donuts that were on the top shelf, already having multiple overprocessed sweets in his bag, not his favorite, but it was better than not having anything. Then the thread tightened again.

It somehow felt different than every time it tensed.

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You were on your way to the pharmacy, you had to buy some meds for some project you’d be working on this week, you asked the cashier if she knew where they were, and they pointed out to the highest shelf.

—Sorry, I’d reach them for you, but I don’t really think I’d be able.

You didn’t understand at first, then noticed they were on a wheelchair, you gasped for a second, then brushed it off lightheartedly.

—Ah… Don’t worry, you’re already being much help.

They smiled, being grateful for your empathy, then you tried to reach the box.

You almost fell back due to a tug, another one today, that was unusual.

But it had also been much different.

He brushed it off, not wanting to involve any further in you. He grabbed the donuts, went to the counter, paid, and got out of the store, his mood was already going down, he opened the donuts and got one into his mouth, trying to lift his attitude in the only way he knew.

You got out of the pharmacy after paying, waving goodbye to the worker who helped you, you wanted to get them out of your head, but that tension, it just felt weird, unique, you shook your head, convincing you that it was probably just your imagination playing you tricks, as you walked back to your apartment, you crashed with someone, your bag falling as well as you.

—O-ow!

…

He was completely stunned. Not knowing what to do, and only wanting to run away from you.

You looked up, making eye contact by accident, half accident, you didn’t intend to. The person who you had crashed with was with his eyes completely open, as if they had just seen a ghost, rude.

He continued to look at your hand, then at his, you didn’t get the deal, or that was until you did get it.

Your thread was the same, you were connected by it, now you were the shocked one.

His eyes were really dark, now that you were having the chance to look at him, they were a he. L offered a trembling hand, not sure about it, you took it.

After helping you get up and picking up your bag, he gave it to you, his skin was pale and cold, yet you could only feel warm inside, you didn’t know him, not a single bit, but being aware that he was your soulmate, it made you feel all fuzzy and nervous. You spoke, yet cringed at your own voice.

—A-ah… So… Um… w-what’s your name?

—…I… I would recommend you forget this interaction.

—E-excuse me?

—…I do not wish to be related to you in any way. Considering that, I’d say it’s more efficient if you do not think about this nor look out for myself.

You stared at him with confusion, you had only asked his name, were you that awful looking?

He started to walk away, passing just right beside you, making you panic, you didn’t know when you’d see him again or if you would even do so, you froze, would leaving him be the best thing? And yet, you straight up followed him, running behind him.

—H-hey! Wait!

He sure was a fast walker. By the moment you reacted, he had already walked to the other side of the road, traffic lights were already on red. You were catching some air, damn low stamina, not the only thing you caught though, there were some shining objects on the floor, as you picked it up in curiosity, you found out keys.

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—And he just- walked away?! And you decided taking his keys?!

Layla was taken aback when on Monday’s lunch you told her the whole story, using phones was difficult to you due to your bad signal, not that you were technology expert at all.

—Y-yea…?

Abel sighed, swallowed his bite and looked over at you with a mix of an amused expression and a disappointed one.

—I thought you had morals rather than impulsive reactions, _____.

You scoffed at his comment, ignoring him afterwards, not worth your saliva.

—What should I do Lays…?

—You ask me?! Pumps you’re the one who grabbed a stranger’s keys!

—It is not a stranger, it’s my soulmate!

—That you barely know he is!

Layla sat again next to Abel, who continued eating, not getting the whole deal, sometimes you wanted to murder him and use him for your own classes.

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You were pretty, also smelled nice. Did that thought make him a pervert? Misa had once called him that. He somewhat hoped you didn’t think so. He shouldn’t care what you think about him, he shut you down. You had no importance to his life, occupation, nothing.

He didn’t want come out that harsh with you.

He had his keys missing. You probably had them, fortunately the hotel receptionist recognized him, he also called him the odd-looking client, not that he minded. Inside his room, he couldn’t stop thought about you fill his mind, he hated it, hated you.

Not get involved, it was for the better.

It didn’t really work well, having access to the city’s cameras without counting as stalking was definitely an advantage. You did have his keys, discovering your identity wasn’t hard neither.

You studied medicine, that explained your “groceries”. The more he started to discover about you the more invested he was.

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Writing, Layla and Abel had pushed you to it, with a pen in your hand, you tried to figure out what you could say to someone who you didn’t even know his name, his fault at least.

They told you that you could write a letter and leave it in the hotel along with his keys, you thought it was dumb, but it was also dumb that gods of death existed or that fate did as well, better not to ramble.

Hello!I'm the girl from the pharmacy... Whatever your name is, I hope you can change your mind, my name’s ____.

I didn’t want our first meeting to be that awkward…

Call? If you want?

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This was dumb, it would never work, you were a fifty percent sure it wouldn’t, but Abel had offered you a free dinner with him and Layla if you did so, and you had to return the keys back as well.

You made yourself go to the hotel. Finding the address wasn’t a big deal, since the keys had it in it. Probably to cases like this anyone could return the keys to the place.

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When he heard someone had left something for him, he was weirded out, not fully believing it. But when they handed him a note and keys, he knew it was you. Your name was pretty as well.

You weren’t as despiteful as he thought you’d be.

Hopes were almost gone when after almost a day nothing had happened. Your phone never ringed, Layla didn’t help with her stories about her own soulmate, it made you feel like yours was an idiot.

So, when you went to your kitchen to drink a glass of water in the middle of the night, you didn’t expect your phone to have a voice mail from an unknown number, once you played it, you were sure it was him, it had to be. It was simple only some sort of apology from him, said something about the number he was using wasn’t a number you could call, only message, yet, that he would call one day, perhaps.

It was better than silence, and definitely welcomed.

It was always mid-night when you’d get those types of messages. Small things about him, he didn’t tell you anything relevant of who he was, but answered the small questions, to be honest, he was more interested in you than what he’d admit, stalking, no, investigating was a great resource to know someone.

—Do you ever sleep?

—From time to time.

—Then why do you always talk by this hour?

—I find myself occupied most of the time, night is calm.

He’d return the questions if he felt like it, never being too intrusive, it was in its own way some activity you cherished, a part of your routine.

—I’d like to know if you dislike anything.

There was a point where you started being comfortable, teasing when you were too sleepy to continue typing with clarity.

—Straight to the point, don’t you? There’s lots of things I don’t lkie.

—Did you mean like?

—Yes, that word.

He was so serious, and still, he could tease with you too.

When he called you, it was him mostly hearing you talk about how your day went, you were nervous as you did, but it was nice to somewhat take a step with him, from texts to voice. He already knew some of the most important things about you, how you only had one older brother, about Layla and Abel, what you were studying and else.

Middle talk, you couldn’t help but ask about him. He only revealed you his name, L, you were unsure with it, but decided to trust him, that, and that he was a detective, and an important one, too.

You asked if he ever thought that both of you would ever meet again in real life, the question took a few seconds for him to reply, not wanting to say yes, he was supposed to not get involved, nevertheless, his answer was positive.

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The first “hangout” was awkward. It had only been the two of you buying a pastry from a recent bakery that just opened near your apartment, you were the one who offered doing so, he liked them luckily. L took notes of your mannerisms though, it only made sense how much the thread tensed before, you really fidgeted a lot.

And they continued, the fourth time was less tense, you actually were freer of being yourself around him, even with your slightly rude attitudes, such as rolling your eyes or bumping his side.

You both went to a park, just walking in circles as you spend the evening.

Your smile was pretty. Was there anything about you that wasn’t pretty?

And your eyes were always showing something, they, you, made him feel seen, even if you still had minimum information about him; he didn’t get why, but the way you giggled when you told him anything, or the way you’d say mocking comment made him feel vulnerable, like a safety he had never had.

Once you lost the count of hangs out, L started to open up, he would smile when you said something that amused him, he stopped fearing the whole soulmate thing, he stopped fearing you.

While you were on a subway, after you had convinced him on taking public transport after telling you he had never used it, you were telling him about Layla’s and Abel’s reaction to you telling them about your hangouts with L. He was leaning his head on the wall, even if you were both sat down. He had a weird way of sitting, and he told you that he didn’t really like wearing shoes, but he didn’t mind as long as it wouldn’t be a long time doing so.

You didn’t care at all; everyone had their own odd things.

Layla had been flabbergasted when you told her, Abel was calm about it, almost as if he had expected it.

When you finished telling him, L had a happy expression on his face, a soft smile as he looked at you.

—What?

—Hm?

—You’re looking at me like I’m a weirdo.

He huffed, a light chuckle coming out of his lips.

—I am not.

—Then?

—…It is only that you are really pretty.

You hadn’t seen that one coming even in a million years, a blush creeped into your face as you avoided to look at him.

—U-uh… Thank you… I guess…

—No need to thank me.

And just like that, you were almost going to graduate from your post grade. Your group was going to throw a small party, small to a certain point, you were sure that there would be more than fifty people there. They had let everyone invite someone, and since you couldn’t choose between Layla and Abel, you decided to invite L.

He wasn’t convinced at the beginning, being at a party while being in danger constantly didn’t sound logical. And yet he just wanted to be with you, and badly, after all the time you had spent together, it certainly had made him stunned to your way of being, as necessary as a sweet would be for him.

Being there only for an hour was his final offer. Which, you happily accepted.

You were in a loose dress, having some tights on as well, subtle jewelry and still looking like you, not losing your own spark.

He hadn’t made much more trying than jeans with a shirt and a tie. The effort was what made it worth it. When he arrived, you wanted to play with his tie, bad habit, after tugging Abel’s tie each time you could, it was now something that entertained you greatly. Your will won against the bad ideas.

—Good night, mister fancy.

He stared in confusion as you said that, quickly getting the joke and playing around.

—Ah, I must say that’s a blasphemy misses elegant, since those are excellent nights, not only good.

He made a quick bow in front of you, making you giggle by his exaggerated acting. Wanting to be by his side already.

—What a truth mister fancy, shall we celebrate those excellent nights? And if so, then I’d be pleased by having your presence by my side.

A light grin got into his face, and he nodded, grabbing your hand with care, entering the house.

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You didn’t want to be this drunk, you really didn’t. But when some classmates started to dare you to do things when L went to the restroom, you decided to accept, he lost sight of you, and you continued and continued drinking, saying that it would only be for the fun.

Now you were by L’s side again, he found you when you went to the restroom as well, with the intention of puking, nausea was a horrible kick. He led you to a balcony he had found before, outside the attic, no one was there, most people still drinking, besides your low stamina, you also had poor alcohol tolerance.

He regrets the fact that you were in this state, thinking that he could’ve taken better care of you, probably not, but it didn’t matter, not anymore. You complained about something, mumbling non sense as you entered the house again, he followed along, having a hand holding yours.

—Hm… L…

—…Yes, ___?

—…Have I… Ever… Ever told you you’re really handsome?

He wasn’t affected by your words, perhaps you meant them. But he didn’t want to take any type of advantage of you. He only hummed, then sat you on a puff that was there.

—And… That… That I want to kiss you… most of the time?

This time, it did catch him off guard, his cheeks took a light pink color beneath the purple of his cute eyebags, yet tried not to reply anything, you giggled again after mumbling.

—Hey… I’m talking to… to you!

You grabbed him by his tie, tugging him so he’d be almost on top of you, his eyes widened quickly placing his hand in a way he wouldn’t crush you with his own weight, and he couldn’t avoid start to be nervous. Not only he wasn’t familiar with you being in an intoxicated state, but anyone being like that.

—…That’s… That’s more like it, pretty boy…

You pressed a soft kiss into his lips, no, your first kiss with him, only pecking him for a second, before he’d stand up with his usual stoic expression now disappeared.

—No. We are not doing this. Not if you are intoxicated and with no consent of yours.

He grabbed your hand and started to drag you while you sulked, mumbling about how he didn’t return the kiss, went with the host and thanked him for everything, letting him known your state and that you both were leaving.

Get you to be sober hadn’t been hard, he led you to his hotel, deciding to rent another room just for you, only two huge bottles of water had already made you be more conscious, if not completely.

He only stared at you with an awkward position, not knowing how much you remembered, of how would you act, you two were soulmates, yes, but that didn’t mean he was ready to go for the next step as entering a relationship was.

—…L?

—Yes?

—…I am conscious now and…. I wanted to ask you something…

—You are free of doing so.

—Would you… would you pull away again if I tried to kiss you?

As you stayed sitting on the bed, your hands were fidgeting, for the umpteenth time they were, he had expected some sort of question like this, and still, he had no answer, this time, he left his mind just ease and go on with whatever happened.

—I… Do not think so, no.

The expression your eyes showed made him feel like he was doing the right thing.

—Then uh… May I do so?

—…

Instead of giving you another answer, he only leaned, placing his lips against yours, keeping them pressed for a moment. You tugged him by the tie, and his hand moved in reflex, placing it on the bed just besides your thigh, you hummed into the kiss, knowing that this was your first official kiss with your soulmate.

You parted it to catch some air, it felt cold, everything did except him, he didn’t really pant like you did for a second, only staring at you and appreciating the sight.

You placed your other hand on his nape, intertwining some of his hair locks with your fingers, then leaned him into another kiss, this time with more passion and less shyness from you, he didn’t mind.

He placed his other hand on your neck, softly caressing as if it was the most delicate thing in the world, he had never kissed and yet he tried not to think about the way you were making him feel, as if his lungs were practically begging him to stop and breath as he’d normally do, but the feeling was just as an obsession as his whole admiration for you was.

When you bit his lip, he gasped, not getting why would you do that, and so he pulled away.

—A-ah, did I do something w-wrong?

The way he looked at you intimidated you for a second, feeling as if he was now upset.

—…Why would you bite me?

—Oh… U-uh… I was just… look, give me a-another chance and don’t pull away… Please?

You expected his answer, and he reluctantly nodded, pressing your lips with his, and as you bit him again, he gasped, yet didn’t pull away this time, allowing you to enter your tongue in his mouth, the sensation made him weird out, but tried to follow your actions learning from your reactions.

The kiss was sloppy and a small chaos, but it was in its way an innocent one, he traveled his hand, now laying it on your waist instead of neck, and you tugged his hair softly, then finally pulled away and smiled, pecking him again.

—…My name’s as well Lawliet…

—What?

—My last name is Lawliet.

You didn’t know exactly why would he say that all out of a sudden, but something was obvious for you, it was something he wouldn’t say to anyone. It was important, really so. You pecked his cheek, your soulmate’s cheek, then nodded.

—…Thank you for telling me.

He pecked your lips, trying to think of the right words then pecked them again, then your right cheek, the left, and finally your forehead.

—…___?

—Hm?

—…Would you let me be your boyfriend?

You smiled, your eyes softening and your cheeks blushing, you kissed him again, then nodded.

—Of course.

A/N: God I'm so tired but I wanted to finish this, I'M BACK BABYYYYYY, lol, so uh, I have a lot of thoughts, I've been really busy with my own studies family blah blah, but ill take a break from everything and write, also, I feel like this request I made it pretty shitty, I'm so sorry if so, hope y'all like it though if you're still here- also, be like L, drunk consent is not consent, anyways, drink your foods, eat your waters, and have a great day! Love you! Sorry for the yapping

(Also, if anything doesn't make sense, please tell me, right now im tired, but i might change mistakes later if told)

Helloooo!! Here's a small doodle of both L and Naomiii!! I have read the novel, in fact, I own a physical novel myself. It's the only piece of physical death note media I own aside from the one shot manga and a death note a friend gave me for my birthday. It's a great novel!

I do have a Kofi page. In fact, this ask made me update it with my commission prices and change the overlay because I haven't changed it in years. I've barely used it lmao.

Kofi link.

Also, here's a wip inspired by this ask, so thank you for the inspo!! Happy holidays!!