Hi hope you’re doing well. For some reason I really feel that L would like it if Misa did his hair in her hairstyle.
“I’m working…” Was mumbled directly into a forkful of spongy cake.
“I don’t care!” At that moment, L’s head followed Misa’s hands with a groan as she had just tugged apart a knot in his hair quite forcefully.
“Light…” L cast Light a look that said control your crazy chick, dude and Light laughed heartily.
“She’s having fun and for once that doesn’t involve me so I’m not intervening. And if it’s an opportunity to see you embarrassed, I’m all for it.”
Although her hands had paused in L’s hair when her boyfriend spoke up, now that she had his enthusiastic permission, they resumed working happily.
Of course the Kiras would want to humiliate him, it must be part of their evil agenda to distract L from his work and mess up his hair. They’d want to publicly yet subtly punish L for investigating them and even if he wasn’t a shallow person, incinerating his small sense of confidence in his looks would do the job.
After a few minutes of yanking, groaning and L hissing in pain, Misa’s fingers untangled themselves from his now neatened black locks. On each side of his head sat a ponytail secured with a pink hairtie. His hair looked shorter now that it was up, it barely touched the ends of his ears and it was shockingly curly when not spiked to the side like he fell into a car wash at a 45 degree angle
“Wow… I’ve really outdone myself this time. Good job, Misa!” The girl cheered herself on, sounding quite narcissistic in L’s opinion. Light’s mouth hung open enough to see the tops of his bottom teeth and he scoffed with wide eyes.
“Cute, now put him in overalls and he’ll look exactly like a little girl.” L raised an eyebrow and Misa giggled, digging in her purse for something and then producing a pocket mirror to shove in L’s hand.
With his average, peculiar use of his thumb and forefinger, he pried the small, red contraption open and nearly choked. He looked quite pretty, tired and monotonous and pale but somehow pretty. He looked silly too and he realized with a start that the reason he looked more attractive this way was because he looked more human, more full of personality.
He looked like he went to bars and drank with friends and loudly commented on the rugby game without shame. He looked like he laughed easily and joyfully. He looked like he could smile and not feel creepy. So he did, it cracked full and fast and took everyone by surprise.
Then, he did something many would find inconceivable, and he laughed. It wasn’t a quiet chuckle or a short giggle, it was a bursting, beautiful laugh. It filled the room with ease and he didn’t stop, he shook his head and his hair whipped back and forth and he laughed even harder.
He looked so real, like he wasn’t just a machine anymore. And the first people he’d ever considered friends, whether a lie or not, laughed right along with him. Light in a slight disbelieving way and Misa in an oblivious, giddy way but they laughed all the same.
And the room would die down, everyone would restrain themselves to soft snorts and then L would chortle real loud again and it would start all over again. It was ridiculous and immature and it felt so good to just be a man for a second. To be a man with friends and to laugh with them and to be so unabashedly happy.
L will never recall a time he ever felt better.