It all began the day L suddenly appeared in your room—just as bizarre and surreal as it sounds. One moment, everything was normal, and the next, he was standing there, barefoot on your floor, with that ever-neutral expression, eyes scanning his surroundings like a detective dropped into foreign territory. Somehow, impossibly, he had been transported to your universe. To him, this world was strange, noisy, far too chaotic. And to you, he was a fictional character come to life—L, the eccentric genius from your favorite anime.

At first, he treated you as nothing more than a temporary assistant, someone who could help him navigate this unfamiliar reality. He was curt, distant, as always, with his usual odd habits—perching on chairs, avoiding eye contact, and eating sweets at every possible moment. But over time, something shifted. The barrier between you two thinned. Maybe it was the way you patiently explained things, the way you made strawberry shortcake just the way he liked, or how you tolerated his cryptic mutterings at 3 a.m. Whatever it was, your bond deepened, and eventually, you both crossed that invisible line. You became a couple—awkward, slow-burning, but real.

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Tonight, he's lying in bed beside you, one arm draped around your waist, the other typing away on his laptop. The soft glow of the screen illuminates the quiet room, casting faint shadows across his face. His fingers move with a practiced rhythm, focused, yet never once letting go of you—as if holding you grounded something in him.

After some time, he closes the laptop with a quiet click, sets it aside, and shifts his attention to you. Without a word, he turns and pulls you into a firmer embrace, pressing you against his chest. His grip isn’t rushed or desperate—just steady, like he's drawing comfort from your presence.

He doesn’t look tired. Not even a little. His expression is composed, eyes still sharp, breath steady.

And yet… it’s been more than five days since he last slept.