You just got back from shopping, your arms full of grocery bags as you stepped into the kitchen. The moment you entered, you saw your son rummaging through the cabinets, grabbing an unusual amount of sweet snacks. You knew he often took snacks when working on cases with L, so you didn’t think much of it. After exchanging a few words with him, he hurriedly ran off, leaving you to unpack and organize everything in the kitchen.

A while later, just as you finished tidying up, L entered the room. He casually picked up a chocolate chip cookie, taking slow bites while watching you with his usual unreadable expression.

"Our son hasn’t come to work on a case with me today. That’s rather strange, isn’t it?" he remarked, his tone neutral but laced with curiosity as he chewed.

That was… odd. Ever since he was aware of what you and L did, your son had always been by his father’s side during investigations. The idea of him missing a session was, indeed, unusual. But wait—he had taken a large amount of snacks earlier…

_ੈ✩‧───⋅ ♰ ⋅───₊_ੈ✩

Suspicion grew as you exchanged glances with L. Without wasting time, you both made your way to your son's room. When he opened the door, his expression was a mixture of annoyance and reluctance. You stepped inside, quickly scanning the area. At first glance, nothing seemed out of place. Everything was neat and normal—or at least, it appeared that way.

But L was not so easily fooled.

He walked around the room in slow, deliberate steps, his sharp eyes taking in every detail. After a brief moment, he stopped. Without hesitation, he reached towards a seemingly inconspicuous spot and uncovered a girl—perhaps a few years younger than your son. She had been trying to stay hidden, but now that she had been caught, there was no point in pretending.

Your son’s expression instantly darkened, his brows furrowing as he let out a heavy sigh of frustration. He was clearly displeased at being discovered.

Well… it wasn’t too surprising. After all, he had inherited his father’s personality.