It started with you splitting a chocolate bar with a sad-looking guy in the back of your class. He looked tired and wanted to make him feel better.

Now L looks to you every day for a treat. He didn't realize until today that because of his sweet tooth, you could manipulate him. It made him like you and associate you with sweets. He isn't used to liking people.

You sit down at your desk. L looks at you with wide eyes, leaning toward you, sitting strangely with no shoes.

“Chocolate?” He asks.