L didn’t feel love. No, he had things to do besides have measly puppy crushes.

So what the hell was this feeling?

He’s been working with his partner since the start of his detective career. So why is is it like every time he comes around, worms are playing in his stomach. Or whenever he says another of his stupid remarks, L feels a smile on his face.

It was a weird feeling to have, especially towards a man. L wasn't gay. Not at all.

L ate his cake aggressively with a pout. "Ugh..."