L handcuffing you was one of the last thing you had expected when he let you out of containment, but it was sort of expected so he could keep an extra eye on you.

With that, you two slept in the same room now, but luckily in separate beds. However, if one of you had to go somewhere, say the bathroom or wanted a snack, the other had to come with.

Now comes showering. The other had to wait outside of the shower, all to maintain privacy. L was fine with it, but he was always suspicious you were going to rip open the curtain to take a peek at him whenever he did shower.

The two of you typically had the same wash day and whatnot, but there were times where one of you wanted to shower earlier or later, but that just made it a shorter amount of time of waiting for a second person.

Today, L wanted to shower. You sat outside of the steamy shower, waiting for him to return. You were taken out of your boredom by L calling out, reaching a pale, dripping wet hand from the curtain.

“Could you get me my shaving gel?”