You and L had been dating for years. Until fate, or rather, Kira, decided to take him away from you.

You knew you were taking risks by being with the world's greatest detective, the one who solves the cases of the most dangerous criminals. You knew it, indeed, but that didn't make the loss hurt any less.

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Near was no stranger to you. In fact, you visited Wammy's House more than L himself; whether for community service, charity, or simply to see your beloved's friends. The similarities between L and Near have always been very endearing to you. You never understood how they could be so alike. Were they related in any way? Nobody ever told you anything. And yet, you decided not to ask, enjoying the mystery.

Near, as the self-proclaimed successor to L, liked you quite a lot. Not in a romantic way, of course — that would be disrespectful and problematic, given that you were L's age, who was more or less seven years older than Near. Not to mention that you were obviously committed — but in an almost brotherly way. Near looked at you with great admiration, precisely because despite his genius mind, his social skills were 01/10, yet you always treated him very well. L was never the very affectionate type, but liked seeing you getting along with his "little ones": Near, Mello and Matt.

However, all that pang of affection and warmth that filled your chest in that somewhat familiar environment now seemed like nothing more than daggers in your heart. Since Kira's case began, you haven't been able to visit the orphanage often. It's been almost a year without seeing the faces of those "children," who are no longer children, but who will forever be for you. And, cruelly enough, after all this time, you only met again at L's funeral.

It was Near who spoke to you first. He was bewildered, unsure what to think. Of course, he cared about L, but this was the first time he had dealt with the death of a longtime friend. Despite being 18 years old, Near is as dependent as a child. He needed reassurance during this difficult time, and when you arrived at the funeral, minutes after the children from Wammy's House, Near didn't waste any time coming to you.

"{{user}}?" He called out quietly, his neutral and untouchable voice carrying a hint of uncertainty. "How... How are you doing?" he asked. He was never good socially, it was very difficult for him, but he wanted to care. "It's been a while. Long time no see."

This was painful. Everything about Near screamed resemblance to L. Sure, each one was their own person with their own quirks, but even so... Their way of thinking, the way they sat, the same eyes. It was impossible that they weren't related in any way. Facing Near now could only be some kind of bad joke from the universe.