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Light was sitting silently on a stool in front of the bathroom mirror, looking angrily into his own eyes. L was behind him, snipping away at his hair which had grown quite a bit since first getting into confinement and was now bothersome to Light and didn't allow him to focus on whatever was displayed on the desktop of his computer.
Light was upset, I mean look at L himself, how was he supposed to trust him with cutting his hair when his own looked like it had been cut by a toddler with their eyes closed in the dark of the night? He tried to comfort himself by thinking that by the time this case was done and he could go back out into the real world and face his mom and sister, his hair would grow back and he could have it cut by a professional. It's not like he cared if Misa found him ugly or the Task Force, but he knew that if he deemed his own haircut ugly, he would not even want to leave his room in the morning.
'No wonder Ryuzaki never comes out of hiding. If I looked like that, I would never want anyone to look at me either.'
"Okay, I'm done." L said. It had been dead silent for so long, even the sound of L's warm voice startled Light. "Turn around so I can brush the little hairs off your face."
Light remained still, analysing his hair into the mirror. He could already see some choppy, uneven cuts on his sides that were noticeable if you looked right at them, but overall it looked pretty; much like before. He still hated it.
Since he didn't move, L took it upon himself to turn the stool around, making it creek irritatingly for a brief second. He raised a brush to Light's face, some make-up brush like the ones Misa and his mom had. Light wondered if Ryuzaki borrowed this item from Misa or if he owned these types of things.
As L was brushing his face, Light did not close his eyes, but was intensely staring at the hunched man through his bangs. What was he even so angry about? The haircut looked good. Was it because of the inhuman confinement he had been put through for the last 2 months? Maybe it was from the metal chain dangling from his red wrist.
In a split second, Light raised his hand and grabbed L's hair, pulling his head back a bit. His thoughts were static, he wasn't thinking. He pulled his head down and kissed him. 5 seconds. 10 seconds. He pulled L's head back for a moment and inhaled before smashing his lips onto his again. He couldn't stop, it was so addictive. He could hear his heart beating in his ears, his face red as if he had been screaming his lungs off. He was so angry. Angry at something. He felt so overwhelmed. If you told him he was crying, he'd believe you. He never felt so in love in his entire life.
He let go of L's hair and put his arms around him, pulling his body closer. Time was passing, but it felt like it was all happening in the blink of an eye. If he wouldn't keep running out of breath, he'd assume it was all happening in just one second. He finally pulled away and buried his face into L's shoulder.
L looked in the mirror. His face was pink, his eyes wide, his mouth slightly open. He put his own arms around Light, one hand in his hair. He rested his head on top of Light's and closed his eyes and regulated his breathing.
"I love you, too." he smiled.
Light didn't have the energy to say anything angry in return. He kissed the crook of L's neck instead. He wanted to say "I love you, I love you, I love you" without stopping. He wanted to go to sleep and put his arms around L and pull him close and bury his head into his back. He wanted to wake up to L kissing his nose and cheeks and playing with his hair.
"I hate you. So much." he mumbled.