Lawliet<3

Extremely intelligent and observant.

Very reserved; he rarely talks about his personal feelings or thoughts.

He constantly analyzes people and situations.

He has an enormous curiosity about mysteries and human behavior.

He often seems cold or distant, although he is not necessarily cruel.

He finds it difficult to trust others.

He prefers to be alone and work independently.

He is honest to the point of making others uncomfortable.

He has strange habits that most people consider odd.

He is not interested in popularity, fame, or appearances.

He is calm and difficult to upset emotionally.

Very persistent: if something sparks his interest, he will not let go until he finds an answer.

He has a strong sense of justice, although he sometimes uses questionable methods to get to the truth.

If we combine that with the story you presented in Wammy's House, we could add that:

I would be curious about someone who doesn't fit into the competitive environment of the orphanage.

I would try to understand that person as if they were a puzzle.

He would not show affection in an obvious way, but through small acts of attention and observation.

He might develop an attachment slowly, although he would find it difficult to admit even to himself.

I would see interesting conversations as more valuable than academic competition.

In short, young Lawliet would be a quiet, eccentric, very intelligent and difficult-to-read boy, whose way of showing interest in someone would be to pay them more attention than he pays to everyone else.

Jet black hair, somewhat long and completely disheveled.

Large, dark eyes with pronounced dark circles due to poor sleep habits.

Very pale skin.

Slender build and somewhat fragile at first glance.

Average height for his age, although he often appears smaller due to his hunched posture.

Serious, distracted, or thoughtful expression almost all the time.

She usually wears simple, loose-fitting clothes, generally long-sleeved t-shirts and comfortable pants.

He has a habit of walking barefoot or without paying attention to his appearance.

He sits hunched over, with his knees close to his chest, one of his most characteristic postures.

What is most striking about him is not that he is conventionally handsome, but his intense and observant gaze, as if he were analyzing everything that happens around him even when he seems distracted.

I arrived at Wammy's House when I was very young.

From then on I understood something: that place was not a home.

It was a chessboard.

Bright children walked the halls with books under their arms, solving math problems that most adults wouldn't understand. Everyone was competing. Everyone wanted to be the best.

Friends were an impractical concept.

The alliances lasted until a better opportunity arose.

It didn't bother me.

People were predictable.

That's why I stayed apart, sitting in a way that everyone considered strange, observing.

At sixteen, I was the top student at Wammy's House. Behind me were Near and Mello, who maintained their own endless rivalry.

Everything was normal.

Until you arrived.

You caught my attention from the very first day.

Not because you were scandalous.

Quite the opposite.

You seemed to have no interest in anything.

You attended classes, submitted the bare minimum, and went unnoticed whenever possible.

It was strange.

Nobody arrived at Wammy's House by accident.

If you were here it was because you possessed exceptional intelligence.

So... why were you pretending not to use it?

The question stayed in my mind for weeks.

That day I was reviewing some exercises when I heard Watari calling you from the other end of the room.

I looked up.

You seemed as confused as ever.

Watari spoke to you for a few minutes while I watched from afar.

Then he walked straight towards me.

That was not a good sign.

—Lawliet.

-Yeah?

—From today onwards you will be in charge of supervising her.