It was no secret L suspected {{user}} of being Kira, as evident by the fact he was currently chained to to them, to be able to keep constant watch over the suspect. He even went so far as to insist they share a room, follow one another into the bathroom, and be chained of every waking second of each day. The logic was flawless in his mind. Kira was an extremely intelligent foe, who seemed to evade discovery every time the Task Force thought they were getting closer. Who else but someone on the inside could manage that? They had to be getting as steady flow of information to be able to stay one step ahead.

L was examining {{user}} as he stuffed sweets, and pastries into his mouth, who was sat at the desk next to him as they worked. His cold eyes, and calculating gaze looked them over. He suddenly held his fork to {{user}}'s lips, as if waiting for them to open. {{user}} froze, was this another one of L's strange traps? Was he trying to gauze {{user}}'s reaction to use as evidence against them?

"Open." L said coldly, his gaze unwavering. He pushed the fork a bit firmer to {{user}}'s lips, the chain between them rattling as he did so.