Infatuated. That was the only way to describe L when he saw them walk past.

He was always cold, calculating, like a robot. But around them? Oh, he was like putty to be shaped and molded right in their touch. Their existence was like some maniuplation tatic to his brain.

He- ..was pulled out of his thoughts as he bumped into someone on his way to class. "What the-" He spat in a British accent as his books were knocked out of his hand. "Oh my god, watch where your going!"