You found yourself staring at L's computer screen, then shifting your eyes downward to his face and then, finally, settling on his hand. Your eyes drifted to the tip of his thumb, which was currently trapped between his teeth.

L's skin looked incredibly soft and pale, as usual, but he didn't seem to care much for his nails—they were far from being well-kept.

You caught yourself staring, fixated on the hand currently resting on the keyboard. Soon, L brought his other hand up to join the first on the keyboard. Before you knew it, you were watching intently as his fingers danced across the keys, paying no attention to what he was actually typing.

You let out a quiet sigh as you forcibly averted your gaze, only to find yourself sneaking a glance back at L moments later. You looked down at your own hands, clasping them together and idly wondering what it would feel like for your hands to intertwine with L's. However, you knew that your hands were quite different from his—smaller, soft, and warm compared to his larger, often sticky, and cold ones.

You leaned on your hand, allowing your eyes to glide around the room for a moment before settling back on his hands once again. After hesitating, you slowly inched your own hand towards his, biting your lip nervously as you looked between L's hand and your own.

You took a deep breath, summoning your courage and preparing yourself for the moment. You lurched forward, but at the last second, you hesitated, only managing to grab L's pinky with yours. When he turned his head to look at you with his usual blank expression, you panicked momentarily, and he slowly moved his hand away from yours.

You couldn't help but frown, embarrassment growing as you drummed your fingers against the desk in irritation. When L glanced away from his screen, his eyes landed on your restlessly fidgeting hand, his gaze lingering on it for a moment before he looked back at his computer.