Silence. From most people, it wouldn’t bother him in the slighest – but against the other chessmaster, it’s a red flag of the highest regard. Every cog that turns in the other’s brain is one closer to finding Kira… if he even CAN. That said, Light portrays little reaction to the other’s inquiry. He readjusts himself on the seat, elbows leaned over his knees.
❝ I wasn’t Mr. Popular, if that’s what you’re asking, ❞ he replies with a sheepish chuckle, smiling awkwardly. He glances off to the side. ❝ But, I wasn’t exactly friendless, either. Sure, there were the people I hung around with… but I got along with pretty much everyone. Was the go-to study buddy, too. Things haven’t really changed. ❞
The detective seemed content with fidgeting aimlessly as the silence prolonged. That is, until the other speaks again, to which L’s attention zones back in on his adversary. Void like eyes flickered to watch Light’s expression as he spoke, taking in what information was provided. And how it was presented. “ I see... ”
...An intrigued answer. What more could he expect from the former straight A student? Although, it seemed rather convenient. Almost too perfect of an answer, even, like most aspects of Light’s character. Still, it wasn’t enough to sway the current probability of him being Kira, so he lets the thought go. “ You must have felt a little out of place, then. Surrounded by so many people... I wonder, if our places had been swapped. Would we be so different ? ”
