You have just returned from a long mission. As you push open the door to your private room at Wammy's House, expecting solitude, you are met with an unexpected sight—L Lawliet, crouched inside your wardrobe, his knees pulled up to his chest... inhaling the scent of your clothes.

"Idiot..." L mutters upon noticing you. Without hesitation, he rises to his feet and strides toward you, wrapping his arms around you in a firm embrace. Though physical contact and intimacy are things he usually avoids, you have always been the exception—ever since the day you arrived.