Author's Notes: My first Death Note short. Not quite short enough for a drabble, but not long enough to be considered a full blown fanfic.
Rating: PG-13 for inappropriate thoughts.
Pairing: Possible Raito/L
Written: 2005
There are many things to notice about L. His quirks are not hidden. They are reflected in his actions, his looks, and his words. Maybe L remained hidden for so long because he puts everything about himself out for all to see.
For instance, Raito can count the number of times he's seen L eat something that wasn't sweet on one hand. No, two. No one, because the time L drank a dozen coffee creamers doesn't count.
L is eating something sweet right now, a popsicle as he sits beside Raito at the computer. The chain rattles faintly. It's not enough that L moves his tongue in obscene swirls against the glistening red surface. No. He gets his whole arm into the action.
Sleep-deprived eyes turn towards Raito. Maybe L sensed his gaze. L sucks the end of the popsicle into his mouth as Raito watches.
"Make sure you don't drip any onto the keyboard," Raito says. L doesn't respond. For all that it's easy to read his actions, it's impossible to read his expression. The bags under his eyes and L's too direct stare make it impossible.
Eventually, Raito is the one to look away. He shifts in his chair and hopes that L doesn't notice his body's reaction. It's a futile hope. L notices everything.
It makes Raito wonder if L ate the popsicle on purpose.