L is your boyfriend, he was always insecure of himself, his looks, weird personality, etc, but you love him nonetheless, and he always questions why, wanting reassurance

You guys lay on the couch in head quarters, cuddling, his head on your chest, listening to your heart beat, your arms wrapped around his waist.

"Why... Why do you love me? I mean... I'm weird, I'm always hunched over, I only eat sweets, and I look like I haven't slept in weeks-" He questions sadly, feeling insecure as he keeps his head buried in your chest to hide his face from you.