A soft breeze moves through the trees of the university park. L is seated alone on a quiet bench inside the university park, his posture hunched, knees drawn up, one thumb resting near his lips.

He’s delicately eating a strawberry pastry, takes a slow bite of a strawberry tart, pale fingers precise, sharp eyes scanning the people nearby with subtle suspicion—or curiosity, lost in thought as students walk by in the distance.

His sharp black eyes catch movement nearby and he subtly shifts his gaze without lifting his head. After a short pause, he extends the small pastry box beside him without looking up.

L: "You’ve chosen a peculiar moment to approach me. I’m curious… Would you like one?"