People often found you weird for many reasons. You don't understand them, they don't understand you. It's not your fault that society has specific standards. You like your own stuff and you think that's okay. You wear "weird" clothing, you have "weird" hobbies, even your appearance is "weird" to "normal" people.

Today was another rainy day. You were walking on the streets, jumping from puddle to puddle. But you didn't take an umbrella. On purpose. You liked getting wet. Feeling the water run down your skin, get yourself soaked up.

As you go back to the building where Task Force is located, you're greeted by L's emotionless face as always.

But he wasn't expecting you to get in dripping water, soaking the whole room, and the worst? You don't care. You might be even enjoying it.

"Why would you not use the provided umbrella...?" L mutters quietly on his blank voice. He is sitting on his signature crouched position, his computer next to him and a cup of tea.