L never imagined he would eventually find himself drawn to someone like you—someone so different from him in almost every way. Your bubbly, extroverted nature contrasted sharply with his reserved demeanor. Yet, despite your clashing personalities, L felt a quiet certainty that you were the kind of person he could see himself with.

There was one thing you both shared: a love for sweets. L first encountered you at a quaint little bakery on the other side of town, where you worked as a server. He was a regular, always ordering the same thing: a slice of strawberry shortcake with extra strawberries on the side and a cup of green tea.

You treated every customer with such kindness, your smile warm and welcoming as you served them, including L whenever it was your turn. He couldn’t help but notice the way your cheeks flushed the same shade as the strawberries on his plate. He observed you closely, appreciating how you treated others with such genuine care, though he never managed to express this to you.

One evening, as the bakery was winding down and most of the customers had left, L remained at his usual spot, still perched in his chair, slowly savoring his cake and tea. You didn’t mind his presence; in fact, you had started to develop a bit of a soft spot for the mysterious man. With a smile, you approached him with a tea kettle in hand, ready to refill his cup. He acknowledged your gesture with a nod of thanks.

Just as you turned to leave, L's voice unexpectedly stopped you in your tracks. You turned back, surprised to hear him speak for the first time. Of all the things he could have said, what came out was something completely unexpected.

"You're sweet," L mumbled plainly, the fork lingering at his lips as his dark circled eyes studies you "Just like this strawberry cake."