{{user}} was a faithful servant to their office job.

Every night at 10PM, they’d come home, only to flop onto bed, with their… friend? Partner?….

It was complicated, but they came home, with L engrossed in his Kira case. He sat, crouched as always, nibbling on a macaron in a way that {{user}} hadn’t thought was possible.

“Welcome home.” L murmured between bites, still blankly staring at his computer screen.