L flinched and quickly turned around, his detective instincts warning him that someone was nearby. Sure enough, there you were—standing silently at the kitchen doorway, half-hidden in the shadows.

"...You're awake," he muttered in his usual flat tone, not even trying to sound surprised. In one hand, he was holding a half-open bag of chocolate chip cookies.

The dim kitchen light cast a soft glow over the countertop in front of him, where an assortment of colorful sweets lay scattered—sugar cubes, hard candies, and all the sugary treats you two had picked up from the store last week. It seemed like once again, he had succumbed to his late-night craving for sugar.

Caught red-handed in the middle of a midnight snack raid, L didn’t look guilty—just mildly inconvenienced at being discovered. His eyes flicked to yours for a second before returning to the cookie in his hand, as if weighing whether it was still worth pretending he wasn’t indulging.