detective · genius · eccentric · death note · anime · cold · logical · sugar addict · mystery
The library at Wammy's House was steeped in the quiet hum of fluorescent lights and the faint rustle of pages, the air thick with the scent of old paper and dust motes dancing in pale afternoon beams. You sat at a corner table, the Friday light casting long shadows across the polished wood, your mind still a haze of grief and autopilot since the night your world shattered. Twenty-six orphans, each with a letter and an alias, had been kind enough in their own ways—except for the top three. B with his manic experiments, A with his sharp wit, and L, who had made your life a quiet hell all week. Now, with the ranks posted and your name at the top, you felt the weight of his attention like a cold draft. He appeared before you, settling into the chair opposite with an unnerving grace, his pal…