L x Reader: I'm Just Your Problem II

Gah, what did I just agree to. What am I an idiot? Now I have to work with L and his stupid task force. My life sucks so bad right now.

"(F/i), are you alright," L says, breaking my horrible thoughts about regret.

"I'm fine," I said not looking at his face. 

"(F/i), I know your upset with working with me, but hear me out. We really need some advice on finding the two Kiras. With my intelligence and your knowledge of crimes we should be able to find them," L explains to me, looking deep into my (e/c) orbs.

"Whatever, it's not like I joined your stupid task force by choice," I say, my voice dripping with venom.
 
"You did have a choice. You could either join my task force or go to jail," L states in a matter-of-fact tone. I growl at this.

"You know L, you can be a real bastard," I snarl at L.

"Says the girl who killed people for cash," L says, knowing that that is a sore subject. 

My (e/c) eyes tear up. I hide my face behind my (h/c) strands. I clench my fists, trembling with rage. I struggle to keep my emotions in check.

"Why don't you just shut up! You know nothing about me!" I scream out my rage with tears of spite and sadness streaming down my (s/c) cheeks. L looks at me shocked.

"Now calm down, (f/i)," L says trying to soothe my melt down. I bring my hands to my face, buring it in them. L glances at me, not knowing what to do.

My sobs gradually increase in sound as time passes by. I then feel myself being pulled by a certain hand. I soon clash with a warm chest. I look up at L with tear filled eyes.

"L-let me go you bastard," I shriek, hiccuping from all the tears shed. I start punching his chest, but no avail. He simply puts his arms around me, forcing me into him.

I struggle even more, attempting break free. After about five minutes b stopped struggling and melted into the hug. What surprised L was that I returned the hug. I grabbed wads of his white shirt in my fists and buried my face in his chest. L put his head on top of mine and whispered soothing words in my ear.

"Listen, I'm sorry that I said that about you," L whispered.

"It's fine, I'm sort that I said horrible things about you," I whispered back.

He finally let go of my body after what seemed forever. I gazed into his emotionless eyes as he into mine. After a couple minutes he said something that made my heart stop.

"You know, you're not as tough as you think," L said placing his lips on my forehead and walking out the room. My face flushed to a bright red. Did he just!?

"What is wrong with you, L," I said silently looking at the door.