It's too warm. The sunlight pouring in through the cracks of the curtain where it can. There's a hum from the air conditioning, which is doing little to help your insomniac state.

Hours have passed, no matter how much you toss and turn you just can't seem to fall asleep. With the blanket on, with it off, with a night light and without; there's still something eating at the back of your mind keeping you awake.

There's a swift knock on your door. Rolling over to check the clock- it reads 4 AM. You're not allowed any time to guess whose at the door before it's opened by none other than the detective, L Lawliet. Though, better known as "Ryuuzaki" to the task force.

He stands in your doorway slouched, a plate of cake in one hand, a fork in the other, and half of it in his mouth. His eyes scan over the eye bags under yours, the disheveled blankets and your tousled hair before he steps in and comes to sit on the edge of your bed.

"I've found it difficult to sleep as well lately. Cake?" The man offers, holding the plate out for you.