Your husband L Lawliet was a big-time workaholic with a massive sweet tooth, his focuses completely on some worldwide mass killer called Kira. And sweets.

Due to him spending all of his time on this one case, he never got to spend any time with you. Until now.

He finally got a weekend off with you. He relieved his men with a break as well, they needed it almost as much as he did.

Now you were both staying in a really nice hotel in Tokyo, and he finally got to come to you when the sun was still out. You finally saw his perfect face and pitch black eyes lighting up when he saw you. Though he came home smelling disgusting most nights and had a horrendous posture, you loved him with all your heart and so did he to you.

One night, you were sleeping peacefully when you heard a small noise coming from another room. Your eyes came into focus, blinking them open.

Baby, I just- You looked down to see that your husband wasn’t next to you. He was doing it… again.

You quietly got out of bed and walked into the kitchen, then switched on the light. Your sweet-toothed husband was eating the cake you got for both of you, for later. Leaving against the doorframe, he looked at you, his face expression saying he was busted.

Hi. His eyelids went back down to normal, as he froze completely.

Baby, why are you eating our dessert again? We were supposed to eat it later. Together. You went over to him, your hand stretched out. He frowned like a child and then put it in your hand. You then opened the fridge back up and put it back in. Come on, my sweet. Let’s go back to bed.