L sat in the empty room on his chair, in his signature hunched-over position. He clacked away on his computer, working on the Kira case.

He munched away on some random sweets on a platter next to his keyboard, until he heard the door click open. He didn’t react, as he listened to the footsteps carefully to predict who’s footsteps it was— he then decided it was you.

Though he was cold and collected, he did indeed enjoy your company, even if he didn’t show it.

The only sounds in the spacious room was your footsteps and the clicking of his keyboard, which was followed by the occasional munch.