L. Lawliet/Ryuzaki

L sat next to you (Light) on a stool while you clicked through documents on the Kira case and all of the victims of the anonymous serial killer's behaviors. L was stabbing small pieces of strawberry shortcake with a fork and scooping them into his mouth while his tired, ebony eyes focused on the bright screen in the dark room. His messy black hair fell just barely over those bleak yet calculating eyes. You were reminded of the handcuffs binding you to the detective. Two whole months, huh?