RECONNECTED // L. Lawliet x Reader ((COMPLETED))

You had spent a week in the little town you were born in, just living on the street. You were out of money, almost out of food, and were deeply regretting your decision every day. You were so close to just giving up. Tilting your head to the sky, you close your eyes briefly to give yourself a second to think. You were staring to get sickly and weak from being malnourished for such a long period of time, and above all, you still had no place to stay.

Why did I decide to do this? Out of all the options....

You think as you feel tears start to stain your face. You were sitting under a rather large pine tree at a park, as it was refuge from the heavy snowfall that started a few days ago.

And out of all times of the year to leave, I choose winter. If I don't get somewhere to live, or get any money, I'm probably dead in the next expanse of days.

You let your arms go limp beside you, as you didn't even have the energy to move anymore. You let out an exasperated breath, and feel the snow below you with already frozen fingers. You stay there in silence for a moment, but open your eyes again when you hear someone walking towards you, crunching the brittle snow as they get closer and closer. They stop before you, and you keep your head down in response. They crouch down near to you, and study your face.

"....(y/n)....? (y/n) (l/n)...?"

You tense up and shoot your gaze upward, just praying it wasn't somebody from the orphanage who has already found you. It was someone unfamiliar, and you locked eyes for what seemed to be forever. His expression softened, and he grabbed your shoulders. He looked at the surrounding area helplessly, and then back at you as he takes a deep breath.

"What are you doing here? Why aren't you at home? Where is everyone?"

He bombarded you with questions as his hands tighten on your shoulders, feeling like they were digging into your bones. It had only been a week, but you had already lost a considerable amount of weight, and you were getting more and more unhealthy as time pressed on. You make eye contact with him, still not knowing who this person was...Or how they knew you. You slide your eyes away, with all your muscles still limp. You didn't have any energy left to say or do anything anymore. He sighs, and loosens his grip on you.

"Come with me."

He says as he grabs one of your frozen hands and pulls you to your feet. You were very well educated on stranger danger, but you didn't care at this point. He might be taking you somewhere warm, if you were lucky you might also get a proper meal. Before you realize it, you were hit in the face with a blast of hot air, which stung your checks in all the right ways. It felt like heaven being inside a heated building again. He helped you over to a couch and you slump down, letting your head fall back against the cushions. The warmth of the atmosphere eventually gave you a little bit of energy, and you sit up, lifting your head towards him.

"How long have you been out there alone?"

He says sternly, kneeling before you. You look away, and halfheartedly mumble back to him as you shift your seating just a little bit.

"A week, maybe more. I lost count of the days."

You answer bluntly. He sighs and gets up, shaking his head slightly once you answer, and he lets out a long sigh as he mutters something under his breath.