#death note reader insert

[pinkglitteranddeath]

I am Just a Boy

Prompt- L is convinced he will never be good enough for your love. You convince him otherwise.

Pairing- L x Reader

Fandom- Death Note

A/n- maybe a bit ooc but i thought is was cute

Unfortunatly for L it was one of those days. One of those days where everything and everyone seems to hate him. Where he is constantly on edge and he feels so unproductive but at the same time usesless for not doing anything. So he sat there not even wanting to ask you to get some cake incase you thought he was being a burdon.

Now L may of thought that he was hiding how he felt very well and maybe to an outsider he was but you were not just anybody. You were his partner, the light of his life, the person that made him laugh the loudest and sometimes his only reason for getting up in the morning. So you saw how he was feeling through subtle things only you could pick up on. The fact that he didn't absentmindedly stack sugar cubes ontop of each other, that he didn't rock gently side to side like he did when he was concentrating and how he answered everyones questions as curtly as possible unusual even for L.

So you waited because even though L was a very closed off person and hated talking about how he was feeling you knew that when he was having a bad day he would always see you out to comfort him with soft words or even just hold each other for a little while. And eventually he did come and search for you.

'Y/n' he said standing in the doorway of your room. 'Yes darling' you hummed turning to face him. 'Can we just lay down for a bit...?' he muttered staring down at his feet.

'Of course we can' you said gently. You felt proud of him because you knew how hard it was for him to admit that he wanted affection.

It was always nice to cuddle with L. He smelt like peppermints, old coffee and new paper. He clung to you like a koala burying his face into your neck and letting his bushy, black hair tickle your face. You didn't know how long this impromptu cuddle session would last however after a few minutes he spoke up but it was not what you were expecting to hear.

'Y/n why do you love me?'

Shocked you turned his head to look at him in eyes. They were big, round and midnight black but they were also slightly red as if he had been crying. This must of been a very rough day for L almost never cried.

'Lawliet what do you mean why do I love you? I love you because you're the only person exactly like you in the world. I love how smart you are and how you use your intelligence to help people. Love everything about how you look especially your lovely soft hair. I love your laugh even though I don't get to hear it often. But most of all I just love you and there's no other way to say it.'

'Do you truly mean all those things he asked pulling you closer until your foreheads were touching. 'I mean every single word I said plus there are still so many more things I love about you that I could never express them all and I don't even know how to describe the love that I feel towards you. Don't you ever worry that I won't love you. Now come on let's take a nap I think that would do you good.

And so you did. You fell asleep in each others arms bathed in the afternoon sunlight. The last thing L thought before slipping into dreamland was that even thought he had his bad days he always knew he could rely on you to bring him back up.

[dragonsareourfuture]

Okay what about jealous L confronting your because you guys never go out with just the two of you. You always bring your friends to outings with him and he wants to be alone with you (cause he be crushin) and he gets all blushy when you ask why

OOOOOOO I LIKE IT. I took a few liberties to keep him in character but also because I got a bit carried away that's my bad ;-;

I Don't Like Your Friends — L/ GN! Reader

It’s hot out. Unbelievably so.

L has asked politely, multiple times, if you would be willing to take him back to headquarters. You’ve refused each time, gallivanting around the park in clothing appropriate for the hot weather while he sulks with his back drenched in sweat underneath his long sleeved tee, his jeans feeling like they’re shrinking in the hot sun.

You’re acting like a child, which L would not quite mind if he were not the “parent” in this scenario. L waits on the bench as you climb like a lunatic around the playground with your equally as giggly friends. You’d invited them again.

“It’s a nice day, and they’re stuck inside!” You had proclaimed just as you and L we’re heading out the door for an outing. Just the two of you. “Would it be okay if they tag along? We can hang out alone when we get back!”

L had agreed. He likes seeing you happy.

What he enjoys a little less is when you ignore him in favor of these friends. Every single time, it seems.

L knows he isn’t as energetic as they are. He knows he can’t quite match their enthusiasm when you talk about things you like or what happened during your day. He knows that on the outside, he’s rather stagnant. Possibly even boring to be around. But he thought you knew that he was listening no matter what. He thought you’d excuse his lack of outward reaction because you know how much he truly cares. L supposes that, perhaps, he must do a better job of expressing himself in the future.

But now, L is simply in a bad mood. He wants to go inside. He wants you to pay attention to him. He wants to stop wearing these fucking shoes that make his feet feel all weird with how tightly you’d tied them (yes, you did tie L’s shoes for him. It’s about the most attention you’d given him since your friends arrived).

Eventually L decides that you are not going to come around any time soon, and he swings his legs down from where he was perched on his bench. He starts walking up to the playground, where you’re hanging upside down off of a ladder. Your cheeks are puffed up around your eyes, both from the ear-to-ear smile stretching your lips and the gravity pulling your flesh closer to the ground. You look quite strange. But cute.

L calls out your name as he approaches, catching the attention of your friends as well. It’s not ideal, and he feels a twinge of annoyance arise in his chest when he has to tell you he's leaving with all of their eyes glued to him.

“Oh, are you sure?” You work on getting yourself upright, dropping down to the ground with a crunch as your feet land in the mulch below you. “We haven’t been able to spend any time together yet.”

“So you have noticed.” L mumbles, voice low and uninterested when in contrast there are so many emotions running through his head. If you wanted to spend time with him you could have just not invited other people. There. Simple solution. “Here I thought you forgot about me.”

“Why on earth would I forget? Are you okay?”

“Perfect. Now allow me to get back before Matsuda burns down our headquarters.”

He knows he’s being immature, but he can’t stop himself from turning away from you and starting down the pathway that leads to the main road’s sidewalk. He can't help but feel disappointed when you don’t grab his elbow and turn him back around, staring him down like you do to get him to crack. You’d then pull at his arm until his hand is freed from his pocket, trailing your fingers down the soft underside of his arm, leaving goosebumps in your wake, only to stop once your fingers are interlocked with his. A part of him wants that, but another part would rather you not display such affection around your watchful friends. They already make him uncomfortable as it stands.

But all hope isn’t lost, for your voice graces L’s ears in the form of hushed excuses to your friends followed immediately by quick footsteps drawing nearer and nearer. L wills himself not to turn around.

“Hey!” You call, and his will is immediately broken. He turns and immediately he’s greeted by your worried face, traces of a smile still in the middle of being wiped away. “You’re not okay, can you tell me what’s wrong?”

Can he? Can he really articulate whatever the hell he’s feeling into words?

“…quite possibly.”

“L, I’m not playing,” You sigh.

“Neither am I. I’m just…” is it time to drop the hammer? “I don’t like your friends.” Apparently it is.

“Oh?” You inquire, your tone surprisingly less disappointed and more on the curious side. “Why’s that?”

“They’re always here. They’re always in our business. They’re always…with you. And I’m not.”

“You can always join us—“

“I don’t mean to be rude but I don’t want to. I would prefer to not be around them.”

Your eyes grow wider but the shock of L’s harsh words quickly wears off. You nod. “Okay, that’s fair. I’m sorry. I should have asked you how you felt about them before inviting them over all those times.”

“I agree.”

L’s heart pangs with guilt when your eyes meet the ground. You bring your hands in front of you, looking like you’re going to fidget with them but L quickly realizes that isn’t the case when you poke at the wrist belonging to his pocketed hand.

Knowing exactly what you want and needing it just as much, L removes his hand from his pocket and gives it to you to do what you please.

You trail your index finger around L’s palm in faint, barely there circles, making goosebumps bristle on his skin. The sensation feels all too similar to the displays of affection he’d daydreamed about earlier.

“Thank you for telling me,” you say, almost as softly as your touch.

“…Thank you for caring.”

“Of course.” You bring your eyes up to meet L’s big, grey ones. “I always care. I hate that it came across like I didn’t for a while, but I want to make it up to you!”

“Oh? And how do you plan to do that?”

“With ice cream. And cake. And kisses. If you’ll let me.” L doesn’t know how he could ever say no to a smile like the one you’re giving him right now.

Even so, he brings the thumb on his free hand to his lip in faux contemplation. After a moment, he declares, “Sounds wonderful.” and his fingers cage your own in their gentle grip. “Let’s go, then.”

[nonopiimagines]

Wammy boys reacting to their S/O being seriously injured during the Kira investigation?

It’s been a million years since I’ve written for Death Note, but I got you.

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Mihael “Mello” Keehl

It took every part of him to focus on clenching and unclenching his gloved hands. He kept them stiff next to his sides, forcing himself to realize there was nothing he could do right now. Nothing. You were in your hospital bed, unconscious, an IV line drawn from your arm to the bag of fluids above you, unresponsive. Nothing he could do would fix you now. 

But, god, did his hands itch for revenge. So he didn’t have to look at you like this ever again. So he didn’t have to feel so scared ever again. So he didn’t have to face the emotions that were raging through his head that he didn’t understand. He had never felt like this. He wasn’t supposed to feel like this.

“Mello…”

His head snapped back over to you, but your eyes were still closed, your body unmoving. You must be dreaming. Maybe having nightmares, if he’s there with you. He grimaced and grabbed your hand, trying to force himself to calm the fuck down so he could stay with you a little bit longer.

Maybe he could finish this before you wake up. So you didn’t have to come back to such a messed up world.

Mail “Matt” Jeevas

“I’m sorry I messed up so bad, Y/N.” 

One of his hands held his head up, his elbow digging into his knee. The other hand clutched yours like his life depended on it.

“I told you to stay away from me. Look at you now.” 

Somehow it was easier to blame himself. You were the first tangible thing he cared about. The first person, besides Mello, that he ever wanted to get close to. But now he couldn’t even look at you. It was unbearable. He let you down, he let you get hurt. 

“I thought I was so fucking smart. Turns out, I’m just another idiot. You can’t trust me.”

He hoped that his words were reaching you, even if it was just part of them. He wanted you to know how sorry he was. He wanted you to know it was a mistake. He wouldn’t let it happen again. If you would give him another chance.

Nate “Near” Rivers

At least it was peaceful here. Bright hospital walls, pure white light eliminating all shadows. It was comforting to him until he saw the smear of color laying on the hospital bed. 

He knew it was coming. The risk was always too high, but he never stopped you. It wasn’t often he felt regret. But a sliver of it stabbed at his throat as he looked at you in your medicine-induced slumber.

It wasn’t lost to him that this was the first time he was alone with you. He took small, careful steps toward you, his hand outstretched until it ghosted over your forehead, brushing against the small hairs that lay there. No reaction.

He let his hand fall back to his side, feeling something bubbling underneath his skin. Something between want and need, wanting to see you again, needing you in his life. He couldn’t dwell on it as he heard the door open behind him.

“Near, we must leave.”

He was still needed elsewhere but he briefly wondered what the future held, when Kira was caught and you had healed. He slipped his hand into his pocket, his fingers easily finding two cool metallic dice that normally helped keep his mind calm, but now he was leaving them here on your bedside table. 

He needed you to know that he was here.

[pinkglitteranddeath]

Your Name in Lights

Prompt- Idol au. You are L's favorite singer and he finally gets to attended one of your concerts where something unexpected happens.

Pairing- L x reader

Fandom- Death Note

A/n- I got the idea for this au from @adventuretimefantic on Wattpad so please go check out their stories. They are amazing.

Shifting in his chair L glanced down at his phone checking the time. To the task force it seemed like all he had been doing today was checking the time. They wondered if something was wrong but knew L well enough to know that he would never tell them something if he didn't want to.

As soon as the clock struck 12:55 L stood up abruptly. "I need to take care of something. I will be back in a while." With that he hurried up the stairs before there were any further questions.

'Five more minutes. I still have five more minutes.' he muttered to himself. Unbeknownst to the task force the thing L had left so abruptly for was not something case related. It was in fact the drop of L's favorite musician y/n.

No one except Watari knew about his borderline obsession with the signer and it was a secret he would take to his grave. It's not that he was ashamed to like keeyah far from it but come on the world's greatest detective being a keeyah fanboy. It would be a huge meme.

Closing his bedroom door L reached for his personal laptop and quickly signed into his fan account.

2 minutes

1 minute

30 seconds

Reloading the tab for what seemed like the hundredth time L stared in joy at the music video displayed on his screen. The song was called 'You're safe now' and as your lovely voice poured through his head phones L did truly felt safe.

Maybe it was silly being comforted by a song made by someone he had never met. Maybe it was silly to feel safe when he was investigating the deadliest cases of murders in the world. But in that moment none of that mattered.

As the song faded L noticed a notification pop up. It was from your official website. Intrigued he clicked on it and it led him to the tickets section on your website. At the very top was a banner saying 'y/n is touring in Japan'.

Looking at the banner L felt his heart start to race. 'Please let her be in Tokyo' he thought scrolling down to the list of destinations. At the very top of the list The word Tokyo was displayed in clear font.

"Kira must be trying to kill me." L whispered to himself as his heart nearly exploded from excitement. Wasting no time in purchasing tickets he smiled relishing the thought of actually attending one of your concerts. Despite traveling all around the world L had never been lucky enough to be in the same place as your tours.

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There day had finally arrived. L and a the other people who had been camping out for the concert were let in first. They all sprinted to the front and hung on for dear life to the rails determined to not be moved. As more people streamed in the lights started to dim and L's heartbeat increased. After so many years of being a fan of you he was finally able to see you in person. Albeit from a crowded mosh pit but anything was better than nothing.

And then you were there on stage. Music blasting and lights flashing. Looking down into the crowd a few faces at the front stood out to you. In particular a tall dark haired man dressed in a plain jeans and a tee-shirt but accessorized with various bits in pieces of your merch.

As the starting notes of the first song blasted through the speakers you and the crowed and L in particular readied yourselves for a night of music and adrenalin.

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After the show you went to backstage and waited. Unbeknownst to your fans you had arranged a private meet up for those who had camped out for the show. About 17 or 18 people streamed in and arranged themselves on the chairs scattered around. They were all giddy with excitement and all chatted and laughed with you in loud voices.

The man you had noticed from earlier was among the group and though he didn't talk as much as the others an excited blush covered his cheeks in stark contrast with his pale face.

Eventually you had to let your fans go though you loved talking with them.

L gathered up all his courage and after the last person had left he lingered behind. You gave in an inquisitive look and asked "Is there anything you need?"

"My name is Ryuxzaki and well I was wondering if you could um take a picture and give me your autograph. Everyone else already got theirs but I'm not really good with people so I felt awkward doing it while everyone else was there.

"Oh course I can do that," you smiled "Don't tell anyone but I'm not the best with people either but I always try for my fans"

L's blush deepened as you pulled him closer for a selfie. He stared at the photo barely believing that this was happening. "T-thank you so much!" he stuttered "I'll go now. I don't want to waste your time."

"A fan could never waste my time. Plus I was just about to have some food delivered why don't you stay. I'm sure your hungry after this night." you said. You didn't want him to go something about the tall shy man intrigued you and you wanted to learn more about him.

L nearly fainted at the offer but was quick to agree and you both sat down to a meal of pizza. Surprisingly conversation flowed naturally despite all the differences between you two. You found out that Ryuzaki was a detective but decided not to ask to many questions about his job since he seemed uncomfortable discussing the details.

As it grew later and later you decided to let Ryuzaki go. However you wanted to stay in touch, he was such a nice person and talking to him made you feel happy. Scribbling down your number on a piece of paper you slipped it into his hand and you were exchanging goodbyes.

"Open this outside," you said and with that you closed the door catching on last glimpse of Ryuzaki.

As soon as he was outside L opened the note you had given him. On the scrap of paper was a phone number and the words 'This is my phone number Ryuzaki. I enjoyed talking with you and want to do it again. Please don't leak this otherwise I will have to take legal action and I don't want to do this since you seem nice.'

L almost fainted rereading the note over and over again making sure he was not hallucinating. But no this was real his favorite idol liked talking to him and wanted to talk again.

[pinkglitteranddeath]

Sick Days

Prompt- You're sick. L looks after you.

Pairing- L x Reader

Fandom- Death Note

A/n- I've been sick recently so that's what inspired me to write this. Also I'm sorry if this is short I'm still recovering.

You felt it the moment you woke up. Your head pounded and you felt both freezing cold and burning hot. Wrapping some blankets you tried to go back to sleep but the bed felt so hot and uncomfortable as you twisted and turned that you gave up.

Wrapping a thick blanket around yourself you wandered into the kitchen. There sat L typeing away on his computer and drinking something that seemed to be his usual tea with numerous suger cubes.

'Goodmoring darling' he said glancing up from his work 'Are you ok?' You shook your head at his question not wanting to speak since you througt hurt so much.

'Are you sick?'

You nodded your head this time moving to sit down next to him.

'Then you should be resting. Come I'll look after you.' he said gently grabbing your arm and steering you back towards your shared bedroom.

'I don't want to bother you.' you finally spoke up.

'You could never bother me darling'

'B-but you're working on a case that's more important'

'You are far more important to me than any case in the world.'

'If you look after me you'll get sick as well'

'I probably will already get whatever sickness you have since we spend nearly all our time togather'

You finally subsided not being able to think of any more protests. Lying down on the bed you looked up at L's pale face hovering above you. 'Do you even know how to take care of a sick person?' you croaked.

'Well I'm sure I can figure it out.' he said awkwardly pulling a blanket over you.

'Just have Watari make some soup and then come cuddle me I'm tired' you sighed.

Obediently L called Watari and then lay down next to you, wrapping is arms around you. 'I hate that you're sick and in pain... but at the same time I really enjoy being able to hold you like this. I know we're both so busy with cases but let's do this more often.' he whispered in a rush.

You smiled at his words. You knew L found it difficult to communicate how he felt so you felt happy he was trying.

'Of course we must do this more often. After all I love you so much Lawliet.'

[pinkglitteranddeath]

can you do L x reader where L comes out to reader as transfem? thanks

A/n This is such an interesting idea since I've never really seen anyone headcannon L as transfem so I'm excited to write this. Sorry there's not a lot of dialog but I really wanted to show how L felt before getting to the fluffy coming out.

Over the years L had felt disconnected to many things about their identity. They had gone by so many different names and disguised themselves as so many different people. Things like gender were never even considered. Hardly anybody saw or spoke to L so they didn't care what they perceived as.

However L's feelings about the particular subject of gender started to changed when the task force was introduced. L had never minded You, Watari, Near and Mello using more masculine terms to address them (though they always liked it more when you called them pretty instead of handsome). Now though they were surround by the task force every day constantly referring to them as a 'he'.

L hated it. They hated how Light would say 'Well he is the world's greatest detective.' whenever L did something that annoyed Light. They hated how Mastsuda would jokingly refer to them as 'one of the boys'.

It frustrated them to no end these new feelings of dysphoria. L knew they were different, not in a bad way, but defiantly different. The thing that frustrated them the most though was that they didn't know how to descried how they are different. So one night when everyone was asleep they decided to find out.

It started with a simple google search, 'Why am I man that wants to be like a woman?' If only they had known the rabbit hole of discovery that simple search would lead them. L's whole world view completed changed that night. They finally had words to describe how they felt and god it felt good. L was a woman she always had been.

The next step was telling you, her lovely partner. She knew you would accept her, you had confessed a few years ago you didn't have any particular gender preference, but it was still intimidating to tell someone. At first L didn't even know how to bring it up but you were her partner and as much as she likes to think she could hide what she was thinking and feeling you could always tell what she was thinking.

'L ,darling, is there something on your mind? Don't feel pressured to answer but you seem distracted lately.'

That question made her freeze up. Turning around slowly she deliberated over her words carefully. 'Actually there is something I would like to talk about.'

'Ok well lets sit down.' you replied, surprised at L's willingness to talk. 'I've have felt for a while now that I do not completely like being referred to as a man. I now realize that is because I am woman not a man even though I was born a man.' You stared at her in shock taking in this new revelation. 'How do you feel?' L asked shyly.

'Oh L darling I doesn't matter how I feel all that matters is that you feel good about yourself. Plus I don't care I'm just happy that you can start being your true self.'

'Thank you that is very nice to hear.' she said staring deep into your eyes.

'So I guess I have a cute girlfriend now?' you teased.

[pinkglitteranddeath]

Hi! Are requests still open??

If they are, I'd like to request an L scenario (since I love the way you write him) where they're close but haven't confessed yet, and then they get into an argument because L is stubborn af. So reader basically needs time out, and L hates being away from them and just ends up giving in and confessing.

I love this idea, I decided that they would be friends from since Whammy's House, hope you dont mind. And for anyone else who is wondering requests are still open.

The Best Love Stories Happen At Night

Tap, tap, tap.

The sounds of your bestfriend typing away on his computer filled the silent room. Who was your bestfriend? The one and only L. You two been friends since the orphanage and as you had grown up you had worked on many cases together. In fact he had specially requested you two work on the Kira investigation along side him.

That is why you were now sitting in the nearly empty computer room of the task force. Glancing over at L you watched his pale face contort into a look of deep concentration. He looked adorable like this you thought though he did look a lot paler than usual. That worried you since L did have tendency to overwork himself.

Feeling your eyes on him he glanced up. "Is anything the matter?" "No," you responded quickly but as you thought over the question you realized there was one thing that was bugging you. "Have you been taking care of yourself?" you asked with a concerned note in your voice.

His eyes widened in surprise at the question and his eyes shifted away as if he was trying to avoid answering. "Um- Yeah why do you ask?" He asked shifting uncomfortably.

"Well it's just that you look a lot paler than usual and as your bestfriend we're supposed to look out for each other.

Bestfriend. The word hurt him more than a thousand knives could. It was a constant reminder that it was all he'd ever be to you. He would have to sit back and see you fall in love with someone else all the while not even having the right to feel sad because he was just a bestfriend.

But on the wild chance that he did confess. What then? You probably would never reciprocate his feelings. L knows he's not the most attractive guy in the world what with his messy hair, bad posture and chronic insomnia. Why would you, who has seen all the bad things about him ever choose to love him.

"I'm fine," he snapped slightly overcome by the emotions that had been brought about by that word. Taken aback by the sudden crack in his usually calm demeanor you asked in a hurt tone of voice "What was that for?"

"Nothing I'm fine," he mumbled avoiding your gaze. "I'm serious L what is up with you? All I wanted was to know if your ok. Is that so wrong I'm your bestfriend."

Bestfriend. It hurt you to say it almost as hurt him to hear it. It was a façade. He was your first and only love. However you knew you would never be able to tell him it was a secret you would probably take to your grave.

"I said I'm fine! Stop trying to get me to talk! Just focus on your work."

Taken aback by his harsh words you stood up stiffly. "I'm sorry for caring about you," you whispered "I'm going out to get some fresh air I'll finish my work when I get back."

Picking up your bag you quietly left the room. Left alone in the dimly lit computer room L regretfully thought over what he had said. He hadn't meant to be so harsh but it was as if the frustration from constantly having to pretend to only like you as a friend had finally been to much for him.

'That's not an excuse though,' He said to himself. 'They think of you as only a friend so that's what you have to be. Even if it means never telling them your feelings. When they get back you will apologize and we can continue as normal.'

But as time time ticked on and you still didn't come back L became worried. Had he really hurt you that badly. Uncurling himself from his chair in front of the large computer screen he decided that to go out and look for you. You two had never had any major disagreements and he wasn't going to let that start now.

Slipping out of the taskforce buildings you wondered where you could have gone. Then he remembered a small park near the taskforce that you had mentioned that you liked to go to. Why not start there he thought.

He had been right for as he approached the park he could see a lone figure sitting on the swings. Awkwardly he went up to you and sat down the other swing. "Hey," He said trying to diffuse the situation. Looking up at the night sky you didn't reply for a few minutes. "Have you ever loved someone?" you asked out of the blue. Swinging forward out of surprise he contemplated his answer.

He did love you. But was it the right thing to say. "I suppose I have," He answered cautiously. "Then you know that you care for that person more than anything in the world?" You said still looking up at the sky.

Nervously he nodded. "Then why," you spun round to face him "do you never see how much I care?" Trying to process what you had just said he asked shyly "So does that mean that you- me?"

"Yes it does," you continued "I've loved you for years now and I hate how you never saw. But at the same time I was glad. I didn't want to ruin our friend ship because of something I could easily hide."

Getting off the swing he walked over and knelt in front of you. "I know how you feel because I have felt the same way for years. So I ask will you love me the same way I love you?"

"Nothing would give me more joy," he said pulling him in for a kiss.

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Hey Pretty Stranger

Prompt- Sitting on the train you noticed a someone so beautiful they could be an angel. So you drew them.

Pairing- L x Reader

Fandom- Death Note

Sitting on the train you watch the world flashing by. Warm sunlight streamed through the windows casting your surroundings in a gold glow. Swinging your legs idlily you looked at the people sitting opposite you.

An older woman and a boy around your age. The woman didn't interesting you but something about the boy captivated you. He was sitting in a strange position all curled up. Thick black hair framed his pale face. He was wearing a plain white shirt and long blue jeans. Headphones dangles from his ear and you wondered what he was listening to. He seemed to be asleep.

You stared at him, trying to memorize the details in his face. He was one of the most beautiful people you had ever seen though he wasn't particularly conventionally attractive. An idea them popped into your head. 'Why don't I draw him,' you loved drawing pretty things and he certainly was pretty.

Quietly taking out your sketchbook and pencil from your bag you started to draw him. You became so concentrated on your work you failed to noticed that the mystery boy had opened his eyes slightly and was watching you intently. Looking up to put the final details on your drawing you noticed his dark eyes staring at you.

They were the color of night but also the color of storms and seemed to hold a myriad of secrets. Embarrassed, you nervously smiled at him. You had been found out but he didn't seem to mind. So unsteadily getting up from your seat you went over to him.

"Hi," you said "I was drawing you. I'm sorry I should have gotten your permission but you just looked so interesting I couldn't resist."

"It's fine." his voice was deep and strong but vulnerable at the same time. "Do you mind if I see your work?"

"S-sure," you stuttered holding out your sketch book.

He took it gently and proceeded to inspect the drawing. He took some time looking over it that you were worried you had offended him. But he handed it back with a soft smile.

"It's great your very talented."

"You think so," you beamed. He nodded his head.

"Well if you like it so much you could keep it."

"Really?" he sounded surprised.

"Sure-" reaching for your pen "-let me write your name on it"

Looking at him expectantly you waited for his name. He seemed to turn the question over as if he didn't quite know but he finally said,

"My name is Ryuzaki."

Scribbling his name on the page you ripped it out of you sketchbook. As you handed it to him the train started slowing.

"Oh that's my stop, see you Ryuzaki."

With that you took you bags and left with him staring quizzically after you. What did you mean 'see you' but as he looked down at the drawing he realized you hadn't just written his name. Below it you had written a phone number and the message,

'Hey pretty stranger. I think you look cute. Here's my number. I wanna know you.'