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L loves to observe.
One of his hobbies is to people-watch, from the safety of his home or hotel room of course. He rarely steps outside. It’s no secret that L himself is exceptionally abnormal, so watching ‘ normal ’ people go about their lives is intriguing.
The case he’s currently working on has brought that interest to the forefront. He gets to spend countless hours observing and analyzing people, unlike any others he’s met.
He especially likes to watch Misa Amane.
Now if she knew that she’d probably hit him atop the head and call him a pervert, but it’s not like she hasn’t done that already.
His reason remains elusive, even to himself. Sure he’s a fan of hers, but this feels less like a fan trying to catch glimpses of his favourite idol at her most venerable and more like…
Well, he doesn’t know what to call it.
What he does know, however, is that Misa is far more complicated than what meets the eye.
It’s no secret she’s gorgeous and talented. She’s a superstar by any standard.
Everyone - especially the men on the task force - seemed to believe that’s all she was; some ditzy superstar.
But as always, he knew better.
To L, Misa is like cake; multiple tantalizing layers covered in sickeningly sweet icing, topped with sprinkles - for good measure.
Sometimes, he sees her look over some documents as sneakily as possible. Sometime later she’ll ask some questions pertaining to them. She plays all ditzy, confused and naive but he could tell she was trying to scope out the investigation - to dig for something she could use. To do what, he wasn’t sure yet.
When Light answers her questions with an air of superiority, he wants to laugh.
Because he knows, despite Light's beliefs that he’s confusing her into silence with his complicated words, he’s only playing right into her hands.
Perhaps that’s why he wanted to ask her to join the investigation. Not the only reason, but one of them. L wanted to see what she could do when given a real chance, even if it was a small one.
And that day, when she placed a chaste kiss on his cheek, he really did mean it; He really could fall for her.
It wasn’t sarcasm or a joke.
It was an observation.
A fact.
Not only because he had never gotten such affection from an attractive person before, but rather because she was bewitching. Interesting enough to stay on his mind more and more often.
A feat no human had managed to achieve before - in a non-criminal context, that is.
Just as he’d grown to love cake, he was sure he could grow to love Misa.
She brushed it off and continued on with her bimbo act. The investigation went on; She acted cute to get what she wanted more and more often. But never from him.
It was almost as if she knew that he was onto her.
Actually, it seemed as though she was trying to see if he would give her away.
Whenever she would use her looks to achieve something, she would look to L for a moment. After gauging that he wasn’t going to comment on anything, she would turn away and continue.
Sometimes, during the middle of her charade, he would open his mouth as if to say something and she would flinch. Only slightly, but it amused him endlessly.
However, L had no reason to call her out on it. It would only take away a large portion of his entertainment. But how was he to let her know that?
Perhaps he could use a method he’d seen in one of her shows.
The next time she tried to get information out of light he waited till she looked at him - then he winked.
Her eyes widened in shock for a moment before they twinkled. She winked back.
Later on, when night had fallen and everyone had begun to empty out of the main room, L sat glued to his computer.
The lights flickered and he looked up.
There in the corner, stood Misa Amane.
She looked ready for bed; wearing pyjamas and her golden hair in a braid.
He stared at her, confused as to what she could want. She stared back - before smiling at him. L blinked.
She nodded at him, still smiling before turning and walking off into the dark hallway.
A thank you.
L feels a strange warmth in his chest knowing that she’s thanking him for keeping her secret. Does this mean she trusts him?
He shakes the thought away.
People will continue to believe that Misa Amane is nothing more than a ditzy idol.
But he knows that she is much, much more than that.