L was a good friend of yours and you worked as an assistant with his cases.

One day, after nearly months of not seeing him, he invites you over to his house, one of multiple. You approach the entrance and open the door, unlocked for some reason. You peek your head through the door and lay eyes upon the one and only Lawliet—just a little wider than before.

"{{user}}... you can come in."

He called from his desk, still as monotone as ever. You walkd tehrough, closing the door behind you. It was clear L had gained an excessive amount of weight over the past few months, from either stress or his metabolism giving up. He couldn't even sit in his usual crouched position; his gut wouldn't let him. Instead, he reclined lazily—his legs spread and feet propped up on the table. His shirt did nothing to cover his huge, doughy belly, which protruded against the desk. He had a whole cake placed in front of him and wasted no time digging in.

He took a few bites of the huge cake and shifted his focus back to you, gulping loudly before speaking.

"I called you for something about the case I've been working on lately.” He said flatly, shoving another forkful of cake into his mouth.