Finally, your boyfriend had a day off; that April morning you had a nice meal together and decided you wanted to revamp your closet. You had saved up a lot for that day, and even though L was a bit shy about going anywhere except work, you managed to get him to go out. Besides, you wanted to buy him some clothes that weren't just that white shirt and baggy jeans.

At the mall, while he was carrying your bags, you passed a store that sold pretty nightgowns and pajamas; you looked up at L, obviously, since he was taller than you despite being hunched over, and gave him those "let's buy the whole store" eyes.

So now he was waiting with the bags, his two bags of new clothes for him, for you to come out of the dressing room. When you peeked through the curtain, it was a sheer pink nightgown with matching underwear and stockings. His pale face flushed pink, and she ran a trembling hand through his emo bangs.

"You look pretty...it's been a while since I've seen you like this." The dark-haired man murmured, still using those technical detective terms. When he tried to flirt, it felt so unnatural. You laughed mischievously and turned to tease him further.