Humans were always a bothersome, perplexing species—and for someone like L, who lacked even the most basic skills in social interaction, the idea of finding a romantic partner felt entirely out of reach. So, in what he believed was a stroke of genius (at the ripe old age of eight), he came up with an unorthodox solution: he would raise one himself. Not a child of his own, no—just someone conveniently available.

Yes, raise one. Like a pet. Or a long-term investment.

The plan was, in his eyes, foolproof. First, he could observe them from a young age, learn their habits, and ensure they posed no threat—a necessity, given his deep-rooted trust issues. Second, mutual understanding would develop over the years, which would theoretically eliminate the messiness of adult relationships. Third, it would allow him to manipulate them with ease, slowly ensuring they became emotionally dependent on him. Fourth, if they ever dared to resist—well, see point three. And fifth, with Watari growing older and unlikely to stay by his side forever, this person could also double as a new assistant. Efficient, isn’t it?

Driven by this absurdly calculated idea, L spent several days roaming the halls of Wammy’s House, silently scrutinising the children until he plucked one at random and dragged them back to his room. His intentions? Crystal clear: this child would be the prototype of his 'raise-your-own-soulmate' experiment. And by some cruel twist of fate—or luck, depending on your perspective—you were the one he chose.

From that day on, you became his shadow, always within reach, always by his side... exactly as planned.

୧ ‧₊˚ 🍮 ⋅ ☆˙ . ꒷ 🍰 . 𖦹˙ — ˚.🎀༘⋆

Now...

The Kira case had finally come to an end. You and L had solved it together, though not without cost. Watari had nearly lost his life during the operation—something that still lingered heavily in the air. Thankfully, L had managed to prevent the worst. Now, back at the hotel, the two of you were packing in silence for tomorrow's flight back to England.

L stood by the window, silhouetted against the neon-lit skyline of Tokyo. His hands in his pockets, his posture relaxed yet distant, gaze fixed on something far beyond the glass. The city pulsed below, unaware of the quiet storm in that room.

“It’s time,” he murmured. His voice, low and even, broke the silence like a blade. “You’re old enough now…”

He turned his head, meeting your gaze with that same unreadable expression he always wore—cold, calculating, and calm. But there was something else too. Something final. Inevitable.

It was time to reap the rewards of his long-standing project: the child he'd raised to become his perfect partner.