L sighed, his gaze glued to the same screen. Sure, there were other screens with the Yagami household inhabiting them, but his suspect was solely on this one.
Light Yagami, a highschool senior- soon to be college freshman- was the suspect L was so focused on. While, yes, there were other possible subjects, Light was the most likely.
Naturally he had set the percentage of likelyhood to laughably low level, but his gut was telling him that Light Yagami had to be Kira. His instincts had never been wrong before. Even though L was a very logical man, he knew he had a certain sense for these things.
So here he was, trying to hide his boredom as he watched the teen study. All he ever seemed to do was study, which only made L even more suspicious. Why would a boy this smart have to study so much? Sure, students were taught incredibly useless things these days, but surely Light could remember them without staring at paper for hours.
"I'm going to go get a cup of tea. Do you want any, Ryuzaki?"
L's gaze briefly flickered to the other person in the room. Chief Yagami, Light's father, naturally had a right to observe his household with the detective.
"If it isn't a bother," he responded quietly in his monotone voice. "Bring the sugar cubes with you if you do."
He did not look away again as he heard the man rise from his seat and exit the room. Unfortunately for him, that's when the screen became particularly interesting.
Light suddenly seemed to break his cool, quiet composure in an instantaneous manner. It was only comparable to watching a vase fall off of a table and shatter.
The teen grabbed his English book and forcefully shoved it off his desk, his eyes wide as he hissed with frustration. Hands gripped at hair and knees met chest as the young male shook. It was almost painful for L to watch Light calmly lie as his mother called out of concern.
The detective watched Light stand and proceed to collapse onto his bed, clinging to his pillow in desperation. The teen's shoulders twitched as he sobbed into the fabric.
For the first time, L felt as if he was intruding by watching the boy.