L had been working for hours, hunched over his laptop, completely ignoring you. Again. You sighed and tugged at his sleeve.

"L, that's enough. You're coming with me. Sleepover. Now."

"That would not be an efficient use of my time," he muttered, but you dragged him away anyway.

You sat him on the floor, surrounded by blankets, pillows, tea, and sweets. Slowly, he stopped resisting, though his posture stayed tense.

When you pulled out the face mask, he gave you a flat look.

"This is unnecessary. There’s no scientific proof—"