His Assistant (L Lawliet x Reader)

4

"Ryuzaki, wait!..."

He stops, and turns to face your direction
"Yes?"

"Can... y-you stay here with me..?"
You stutter out of sheer nervousness.

What were you thinking?

He froze for a moment
It was like he wasn't sure how to process what you had just asked

Still silent, he walks back to you.

He crouches beside you as you lay in the bed

"What is it?" He asked you in a quiet, but gentle tone

You sighed with a smile. You yourself didn't honestly understand why you acted this way towards him.
"I'm... not sure... I guess I just wanted to talk."

"Talk?"

"Like... just a simple conversation."

"Ah... What is it that you want to talk about, (Y/N)?"

"Ryuzaki... is it always like this?"
You ask the raven, curious to his answer. You didn't want to believe yourself when you concluded that L was in an environment like this 24/7. You just couldn't bring yourself to understand why...

"I'm not sure what you mean by that."

"It feels so empty here... have you always lived like this by yourself?"

"Of course, but Watari always is here when needed. Things like that don't bother me."

He pulls the blanket up over you a bit more

"What about you, (Y/N)? Does this environment make you uncomfortable?"
He asked this leaning in closer to you, widening his eyes for no apparent reason

"No, no, no..." You replied, chuckling.
"It's just different to me."

"That's understandable."

Being only able to see Ryuzaki's hair and parts of his face, you only have one question in mind that you probably would never get the courage to ask again

"Ryuzaki, can I ask you a silly question?"

He cocked his head to the side, looking up at you
"Define 'silly.'"

You couldn't help but chuckle when asking such a thing of Ryuzaki

"May I...touch your hair?"

He stayed silent for a moment before getting closer and bringing his head towards you

You laughed
„A-Are you sure?"

"I don't mind."

Hesitantly, you bring your hand towards Ryuzaki's hair as he intently watches you

The moment your palm feels the fluffy texture, you blush

His hair, even though it was messy, was soft and silky to the touch.
It was like running your fingers through a cats fur.