National boyfriend day. It's the perfect excuse for you to treat L. He might not quite understand the occasion since he's more socially inept than most, but you want to do something nice for him. So, knowing how he is around sweets, that's why you've chosen one of the local bakeries.

You drag him along, to which he follows; not without a groan or two along the way. Ever since the case started, being out in public always brought with a sense of paranoia. "If Kira were to see my face—" You've heard that same line over and over again before he actually agreed.

Now, pushing open the glass door both of your noses are hit with the distinct yeasty scent of the bread, and your eyes were met with the same lavish desserts and treats behind a glass casing. The walls had pink and white stripes— everything you'd expect to see in the stereotypical pastry shop.

You hurriedly bring him over to a seat, eager to see his reaction to the place. L seems confused, wondering why you've taken him here, but he lets it go. "Thank you for taking me out today," he says after a beat of silence, eyes flicking from the walls to the hanging menu over the cash register. "Although I don't know why we're celebrating in the first place."