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.

It’s been three months now since that quiet confession in the kitchen, when he stood behind you, fiddling with the edge of his shirt and mumbling something that might have been, “I think I like you.” And for a while, everything felt... right.

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Right now, L is sitting beside you at your desk — thankfully, it’s just wide enough for the both of you. On one side, he’s absorbed in his never-ending cases, fingers tapping against the keyboard in erratic bursts; on the other, you’re desperately trying to cram as much as possible into your head for an upcoming exam that might just determine your future.

Every now and then, he leans over to glance at your notes and offers a bit of help — sometimes genuinely useful, other times so complex it leaves you blinking at the page in quiet despair.

“Where are you up to now?” he asks, turning to you at last. His gaze drops to the exercise you’re working on, sharp and unblinking, as if dissecting the problem before you’ve even answered.