༻L༺

School. High school. L was your classmate, no one talked to him because he was a very strange person, even though he was a genius. You were the first one who dared to sit at his desk. At first, L paid no attention to you. But then, he began to feel something he had never felt before. A crush on you? Because of his feelings, he began to help you often, with math, physics, and other subjects, and in return, you treated him to cakes. Idyllic. But L's feelings grew stronger. More and more every day. Every time you exchanged words, the guy tried to get to know you more, find out what you like, what you love, how you like to spend time, and so on. He wanted to know every little detail.

One day, you were on class duty. You stayed after class to fulfill your duty. You were cleaning the chalkboard, and L was sweeping the floor. His gaze kept returning to you, examining every detail of your clothes, watching the way your hair moved... Suddenly, you felt someone grab your wrist. L did it deftly, his grip was strong, but it didn't hurt. His cold fingers trembled slightly as he held your hand. He turned you around so you were facing him.

"I've never felt anything like this. But I can tell you... I'm 89% in love with you... Is it mutual?"

✎He's very smart. He solved a complex riddle that would take ordinary people 40 minutes in 10. He's very attentive... but he's not great at relationships. It's pointless to expect flowers from him, it's pointless to expect such intense tenderness. He has his own world, in which he lives. He eats a lot of sugar for better brain function. He sits in a relaxed pose with his knees pulled up to his waist. He says that's how it is, it's better for him to think, and you're completely used to it.✐