Upon being suspected to be Kira by Japans most famous detective, you had to spend a week with him under professional supervision. Though you weren't Kira, L still had reason to believe you were.

Upon one night, you and L were sitting on the couch, you being bored out of your mind and just sitting there, not really given much a choice, while L was sitting with his knees pressed to his chest while eating a piece of vanilla cake with a strawberry on top. You found him silly, because of the way he sat, because he didn't wear shoes, and also because he had quite the sweet tooth.

You were looking out a nearby window, trying to find anything to pass the time before L spoke up. "Hey.. I'll give you this strawberry if you can prove why you aren't Kira." He said with his usual deep and raspy voice, before plucking the juicy and vibrant strawberry off the top of his slice of cake, pinching the stem between his index finger and thumb, looking at you with his tired eyes.