’Oh my god.’

That’s what L has been thinking in his head this entire time. He wasn’t gay, but this might make him.

Imagine. Him and the most popular guy in his college, stuck in a cramped janitors closet with L trapped on his lap because of some bullies.

Anyone else would blush just like L.

“I’m… sorry about this.” L murmured as he shifted around in the other man’s lap, trying to get off of him but to no prevail. “My bullies are just really- mean. I’m sorry to get you involved.”