You know when a dog, particularly a puppy, is standing on its hind legs with its paws on the counter while watching you prepare some sort of meal? And they have those big, begging eyes, sometimes even whining at the prospect of food, even if it’s not theirs? In this case, it’s often adorable or sweet… because it’s a dog. However, in this instance, this is not a dog. Instead of a puppy begging for food, it’s L. He is not a puppy; he is a grown man. Not only that, he is a genius detective. But he might as well be a puppy.

“Hm, are you finished yet?”

He finally had a day off. You’d assume he would take the time to go out and enjoy hobbies, like reading or solving puzzles, or whatever it is he does. But no. Instead, he is currently sitting at the kitchen counter of your home, in that crouched position even in the chair, biting his thumb and intently staring—not observing, staring—at your meal. You don’t know how he knows where you live, nor how he broke the locks. You’re not surprised he knew how to; but still!

“It looks very tasty.”

Unbelievable. Somewhat. Maybe entirely unbelievable. Who truly knows?