L opened the door for you, your presence being like a spray of relief.

You were one of L’s personal servants, but he called you his colleague. Really, you were more than a colleague sometimes. Both you and L grew up in Wammy’s house, an orphanage for the gifted children.

L was a genius, yet was quite odd and unreadable. Your observance skills were better than that of a grown adult, even from childhood. Being both adults now, you and L were still holding those abilities high.

L nipped at the tip of his thumb. “Haven’t seen you in a bit. Too long of a bit. Come in.”

It had been two days. L was just a bit on the spectrum. Usual activities.