III. Crumbles
Crumbles.
Crumbles everywhere. Between washed bedsheets, on the floor, on the kitchen table, in his school bag, even between the plants in the garden.
Light had grown used to the mess of crumbles in each unexpected nook and cranny of the whole apartment along with notes full of graphics and faces, traces of his fiancée's work. Lawliet had in fact several bad habits, like biting his nails and having a messed-up sleeping schedule, but above all his sweet tooth was on the edge to become a dangerous addiction -and it nearly developed into an eating disorder when he and Light first met.
He learnt how to control himself but still the habit of eating sweets non-stop while working on new cases didn't completely leave him. And Light dealt with this along with all the crumbles left around and that he would clean with a resigned huff.
But it was too much to handle it sometimes.
"L."
Light's voice was rather frightening sometimes. He never yelled -unless exhausted-, but his voice was as cold as ice and unnaturally calm when something got on his nerves; the detective's well-trained ear could sense danger in that single word spoken, but kept writing the case report with nonchalance.
"Yes, Light-kun?" He asked in his usual colourless tone.
"Come over here."
He was in big troubles judging by the urge in Yagami's voice. He stood up from the couch with a tired sigh and headed towards the kitchen, where an impatient Light waited by the counter, arms crossed and a disgusted grimace crossing his features.
"Look." He said before L could ask what was wrong, nodding at the dirty cup left on the counter. L recognised it as the cup he'd used to drink tea with some chocolate biscuits before Light came back home. It was a rather gracious cup, owl-shaped in cream and mahogany colours.
"I forgot to wash it, I'm sorry." L said immediately as he spotted the crumbles of biscuits stuck to the edge of the cup; quick apologizes appease the very first blast of wrath as he learnt on his skin. Said apologetic words weren't enough to feed Light's anger unfortunately. "Don't use my cup. You have yours." That was the key of the case: the cup was a gift from Sayu, Light's sister, who moved to London with her boyfriend Matsuda. Light wouldn't ever admit it under torture but he treasured each one of the gifts coming from Sayu, even the silliest ones -he did in fact never used that cup because of some sort of embarrassment, but still he didn't allow anyone to touch it.
"I apologize." Lawliet dare come closer, shoulders slightly slouched and hands in the pockets of his over-sized jeans. "I missed Light-kun so I felt like kissing you by using your cup. Though it can't replace the taste of your lips."
Hands falling onto his sides, Light raised a brow and fought between the instinct of laughing and punching his fiancée at the same time. "Your attempt at being schmaltzy is nauseating, L."
"You said you would me to be more romantic, but I suppose my researches had little effects in the end." Despite the sarcasm in L's tone, Light's tension had already gone and he let out a sigh. He knew how it would be living with someone who lacked of good manners and social interaction skills, the same man who put up with his high standard of insatiable hunger of knowledge and never ceased to tickle his cleverness -so bearing with all those crumbles was the least he could do.
"Wash the cup and don't use it again." As the tension loosed up, Light pecked at L's lips before leaving the kitchen. The detective let out a sigh of relief as he proceeded in the task to remove all the crumbles from the cup, considered the case solved and his relationship saved.
But next morning he found out to be wrong: a tag with the word LIGHT, written in a neat handwriting, was stuck to the owl-shaped cup.
A simple heads-up for the future.
Nda
Hi there~! Modern!AU in which Light deals with his fiancée's bad habits XD
II'm so sorry if it's too cheesy, I'm sleep deprivated due to exams and I needed to write down something chill~