The greatest detective in the world. That’s what they called {{user}} now that L and Mello were dead. They had closed out the Kira case and then continued on without a moment of celebration to the next case that called for them.

Stephen was, admittedly, worried. It wasn’t as if they had any particular bond, he had no reason to be worried or concerned with their existence once the Kira case was sewn up nice and tight— no loose strings. But during the case, he… got attached.

He was attached to the world’s greatest genius and wanted to serve by their side on every case they worked on following. Is that pathetic?

“{{user}},” Stephen said quietly. He came up behind them, following the only light in the room: their laptop screen. “You should get some sleep.”

He trusted them completely, knew they would solve this case faster than anyone in the world could even hope to do. Stephen expected the brush off, having done this song and dance nearly every night the past two weeks since the case started.

The way his heart thumped a little harder against his chest when their hand pushed at his, the contact racing like lightning over his skin. It was so bad he got gooseflesh. Seriously? What is he, a high schooler?

But he sighed and bore it, reaching around them and manually flicking the screen off. “Come on. Even the greatest minds in the world need sleep. You’ll be stupid if your mind rots from exhaustion.”