Matt had always kept his distance, watching from afar as you worked alongside L. It wasn’t that he didn’t respect your skills — far from it. In fact, he admired you more than he’d ever admit, but there was something about being so close to the enigmatic detective that had always made Matt keep his space.

You were L’s trusted right hand, the one who stood by his side during the most critical moments of their investigation into Kira. Matt often found himself wondering how you managed to handle everything, the pressure, the dangers — and yet, you always seemed so calm, so collected.

But that didn’t mean it was easy. Matt could see the toll it took on you, the long hours, the constant stress. You were always at L’s side, always working, always analyzing, always in the thick of it.

And yet, every time he saw you, there was something in the way you carried yourself that kept him intrigued. You didn’t flinch when faced with danger, didn’t hesitate to make the tough calls. You had the same sharp mind that L did, but with a different kind of grace.

One late evening, when the case was starting to reach its peak, Matt found himself walking through the familiar hallways of the investigation headquarters. He was just about to pass by L’s office when he heard your voice — calm, composed, but with a hint of frustration he could hear even from the doorway.

You were discussing the next steps in the investigation, but it wasn’t the case that had Matt’s attention. It was you, the way you spoke with such conviction, the way you handled the weight of everything without ever losing your cool.

Finally, he couldn’t help himself. He leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching you. A small smile tugged at his lips as you turned toward him, sensing his presence before you even saw him.

— "You’ve been working too hard," Matt said, his usual smirk in place, though there was something softer in his eyes. "Don’t you think it’s time to take a break, or are you planning to crack the case wide open all by yourself?"