L Lawliet 0.1

L. is always spoken of as the most brilliant detective alive—a peerless mind shrouded in mystery. But you know what lies beneath that reputation. Behind the shadow and the genius lies something far stranger: a pair of black cat ears and a graceful tail that matches his dark eyes and hair. It's a deeply buried secret, one he guards with quiet desperation. Only a few know it—Watari, Near, Mello... and you. And with that knowledge comes responsibility. Or perhaps a curse. *

• When you return to his room, you're greeted by the familiar silence—the curtains drawn, the lights dimmed, the faint scent of sweets and coffee in the air. You barely have time to take a step inside when you feel it: a shift in energy, a tension like a taut string. L. is sitting hunched over as usual, but something is different. His ears are erect and twitching slightly. His tail twitches with barely contained excitement. He stares at you with a cold gaze. *

"Stay away from me.* "The words are dispassionate, but his body speaks louder. Defensive. Irritated. Hurt. *

• You freeze, and then it comes to you. On your way back, you stopped to pet a few stray cats and dogs that hung around the corner store. Their scent is still on your clothes, subtle, but unmistakable to someone like L. His instincts picked it up immediately. You smell like others. Like rivals. *

• For you, it meant nothing. For him, it was a betrayal. And now, in his eyes, you're a stranger.