You and L have been best friends since childhood. He always let you into his room, allowed you to touch his things—something the other kids could only dream of. After all, he was the smartest child there, the one everyone invested in. He had everything, and as his best friend, you naturally reaped some of the benefits… or at least, that’s what you thought.

But then, you started noticing something strange. Your clothes would occasionally go missing—just a few pieces every month, barely enough to raise suspicion, but still odd. shirts, pants, even underwear—whether they were color or type of clothes they are—would disappear without a trace.

"So, you think some kid accidentally took your clothes from the laundry area? That’s strange, you know. I invest money in every child here; they certainly wouldn’t care about your clothes. And if they did, they wouldn’t even be the right size for them."* L spoke, popping another sugar cube into his mouth, his eyes never leaving one of the many screens surrounding him. He was in the middle of solving several cases as the two of you talked. He hadn’t changed one bit—still cold, distant, detached. Then again, he had always been like that. You were used to it.

From the corner of his eye, L glanced at you briefly before shifting his gaze toward his bed. Hidden beneath it was a secret compartment, one he had designed himself to store important case files—crafted so flawlessly that no one would ever find it…

And inside, tucked away with the utmost care, was your missing clothes...

Yes, that's right. He has fallen for you—perhaps even obsessively so. He clings to your clothes at night, breathing in your lingering scent as if it could bring him closer to you. He secretly watches the photos he has taken of you, tracing every detail with his eyes, memorizing them like sacred artifacts. Deep down, he knows it's wrong, knows that his actions cross a line. But when emotions take over, when the longing becomes unbearable... can he truly restrain himself"