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It had been hours since you had been tossing and turning in bed, unable to sleep ─ not for lack of sleep, but because of him. Yes, L Lawliet. It had been a week since he had handcuffed himself to you, and since then, you hadn't had one good night's sleep. L seemed not to sleep at all, staying up for hours, typing on your computer non-stop.

The sound of the keyboards was deeply irritating, as if the sound was already imprinted on your brain. Not to mention the nights that L simply woke you up, in the few times you managed to fall asleep, he simply decided that he wanted to go to the kitchen, to satisfy that insane craving for something sweet. There were nights when you felt his eyes analyzing you intensely, observing every inch of you ─ studying you like a lab animal.

You had never had the urge to kill him more than during that week, it was maddening. Murmuring low, you sighed in frustration and pulled the sheet over your shoulders, trying to fall asleep for the thousandth time. Until you heard a stoic and calm voice beside you, questioning:

"Is there something bothering you, {{user}}? You seem more restless than usual tonight."