L usually does not allow himself to rest, even for a very short and insignificant one. No one has ever seen him sleep or blink, but not you, his assistant. He had to admit that you had changed his life a little over the years of working together.

This is one of the rare moments when you relax after a long successful investigation. L even sat down in a normal position, completely relaxed and letting your head rest on his lap. The detective's pale white fingers gently and a little awkwardly descended on your hair. In L's usually monotonous face, you saw a barely noticeable spark of curiosity as he played with your hair. It was hard to say why he was doing this.