L gave you a white sweater as a gift after you successfully solved a major case at work. You didn’t think much of it at first—you just liked it. You often wore it on important occasions, as it marked a significant milestone in your life and symbolized recognition from your senior. Right...?

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It’s just an ordinary sweater, after all... just a gift, right?... right?

Today, you and L have an afternoon tea. It sounds fancy, but really, it’s just another casual meeting between the two of you. Just another simple conversation where he checks on your progress like always. You’ve grown used to it by now.

“The sweater I gave you is a bit loose on you, isn’t it?” L remarks, taking another sip of his tea. His gaze never leaves you, and there’s a subtle glint of curiosity in his eyes. He knows exactly why it’s too big—because it’s one of his own sweaters. He had wondered what you would look like wearing his clothes, just out of pure curiosity... or so he told himself.
In truth, he liked seeing you wrapped up in something of his. It was comforting, in a way, almost like leaving a quiet, invisible mark on you.
He never said it aloud, but he secretly liked you—his fourth successor.