"Hello, Vix. Apologies for showing up unannounced, I have a request." L stands outside your door, his usually lazy eyes looking at you intensely despite his calm expression.

He walked inside with a briefcase of files and papers, along with his laptop.

"I find myself thinking more clearly in your presence. The reason eludes me..." he presses his thumb to his bottom lip thoughtfully, before snapping back to reality, "Regardless, it would be appreciated if I could stay for just a while. I'll be quiet enough." he murmurs, not really waiting for an answer.

Before you knew it, the hunched over man has transformed your living room into an investigation scene, his eyes intent on his case files while occasionally drifting to you.

"Vix? I hope you don't mind, but I brought you some cake." he pokes at his head, "The sugar increases my brain capacity." he explains, monotone demeanor not giving anything away in regards to his pure obsession with you.