He hated this, hated being chained to someone 24/7. Hated it even more, seeing as it was the person trying to put him in jail. They sat side by side on the couch, L going over evidence, Light doing school work. This was getting to be a routine for them, and it would have been sorta nice if L didn't suspect him to be Kira. L analyzed his every move and payed attention to every word Light said. L would watch Lights lips form every word, and he noted, whether for personal reasons, or reasons he would blame on work, that said lips looked very, very soft.
Light gazed over at L quickly, but he was immersed in his work. Lately L has been distant, not asking as many questions as he usually does. It was weird. Even Ryuk has noticed and whispered questions in Lights ear. Light was starting to feel a little worried, maybe he found evidence against Light that could incriminate him? No, that couldn't be it. He tried to shrug it off.
Inside of him L was fighting so many emotions. He didn't know what some of them were. There was one in particular that he only felt when he was around Light. His body temperature rose, and it felt like every little thing Light did mattered. Not just to the investigation, but to L himself. He'd never felt anything like it before, and didn't know how to handle it. So he kept quiet and suffered in silence. He stared at the screen, not really working, just going through the motions. Light was making him so careless, and he didn't even know it. He sighed audibly, and could feel Lights eyes on him again. Those eyes, L could barely look into them without his legs trembling. What is this? L though furiously. He suddenly stood up.
"Im going to the kitchen." He announced.
Light put his laptop on the table in front of them and stood up as well. The chains jingled in reminded that they were stuck together.
Light walked as far behind L as he could. He only had about three feet of slack, and he used every inch of it that he could. He wanted to know what was eating at L. It was genuinely bothering him. He hated to admit it to himself, but all the endless hours of working so closely with L, he was starting to care about him. A lot. He always laughed to himself at L's stupid little mannerisms. The way he sat, or held his phone. The one that always made him breathless was the way L chewed on the tip of his thumb when he was in deep thought. That made Light's heart ache.
They made it to the kitchen, and L searched through the cabinets, no doubt looking for something sweet. He found mini powdered donuts and seemed content. Light watched as L popped one into his mouth and slowly chewed. A little powder remained on his bottom lip, Light noticed. I wonder if it would taste sweeter on his lips? He thought. His body involuntarily took a step forward. What am I doing?! L opened his eyes, and a pink tongue peeked out and licked up the sugar. Light felt disappointed.
"Have you ever had a cavity?" Light asked L spontaneously.
L looked at him quickly, and looked away, not giving an answer. That was the last straw for Light. He surged forward and slammed his hands on to the counter on either side of L. L visibly jumped, but quickly regained composure.
"That's it! I'm done having you ignore me! What is your problem?! Tell me!" Light screamed in his face.
L opened his mouth, but closed it instead. He didn't want Light to know how badly he had his head screwed up. He didn't know how to explain it to him, even if he wanted to. Light grabbed L by the shoulders and shook him.
"Do you hear me?" Light yelled.
"Y-yes." L stuttered out.
"What. Is. Wrong?" Light asked, a little more calmly.
"I don't know." L said. "I don't know how to describe how I feel. I've never felt like this. Everything always been black or white, and now…it's not."
L could feel the warmth from Lights hands seeping through his shirt. It made his whole body feel warm, and felt a blush rise to his cheeks as Light studied him. Light closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
"Ok L. Let me know when you can, then." Light said softy, and turned away.
L almost whimpered at the loss of Lights hands. He felt like something more was supposed to happen in that moment. He looked at the floor confused, and followed Light back into the living room.