• Noticing your appearance from afar, he mainly keeps to himself within the task force. It’d start as a simple hallway crush, but you’d never be able to tell since he displays such an emotionless front.

To avoid any awkward encounters, he’d communicate with you through another person on the task force, like Matsuda. He’d eventually feel comfortable updating you/communicating with you individually once he sees your full potential: your intellect, dedication to justice, and charm drew him towards you. In the shared fridge within the headquarters lay all of L’s desserts, but he might “forget” about some, let the “PROPERTY OF L” post-it notes fall to its natural demise, and allow you to fulfill your sweet tooth alongside him.

L is incredibly observant and picks up on your eating habits, favorite kinds of foods, and even abrupt mood changes. He might even pick up your fidgeting habits out of natural attraction.

If you find yourself too sleepy to go home after a long night, L would hint at the many bedrooms available at headquarters. “Though, if you’d prefer, I could have Watari drive you home as soon as you’d like. The choice is yours. But it might be in your best interest to rest here…after all, your shift is in 4 hours…” he bites his thumb, watching your thought process unfold through your facial expressions.

The nights you do choose to go back to your place, L watches you from the the window, ensuring you enter the limousine safely.

On the rare occasion you may pass out at work, Watari would carry you to the nearest bedroom upon L’s request. He’d worry the couch you had fallen asleep on would cause you back pain.

Once the two of you become closer you’ll most likely sleep over more often and being carried to bed. This time, L stops his studies to help you in.

L likes to smell you. When carrying you, he smells the nape of your neck, and supports you by holding the back of your head. He had come to the conclusion that you would be the death of him, rather than a heart throbbing mystery.

The night he would break would consist of a late night you dropping off some files to L’s bedroom. He, of course, is not sleeping: with a pillow propped behind his pillow and a piping hot cup of coffee in his hands, he was forced to lay in bed and work by Watari as his back pain had been severe over the course of this particular week.

As you placed the files on his end table, he stared at you with great intensity. “I hope the unprofessional state of delivering files to my personal bedroom doesn’t stain your image of me. I would much prefer to discuss these matters by our database. My apologies for this inconvenience.” “You take yourself too seriously.” you snatched his coffee cup away.

“I’m not finished yet,” he informed you, peeking at you through his blue-light glasses. “I’m grabbing you some more, boss. You want it black?” he smiled at you, and it was like the sunrise had come out at 2 in the morning. “I can get some later. Thanks.” You asked him what you’re supposed to do with a pout on your face. You were as restless as he was. He couldn’t take it anymore.

He grabbed you from your backside, his arms wrapped below your chest. His heart pounded behind you as he exhaled with a great intensity, one would think he was dying. His eyes were closed as he inched closer to your neck.

“This isn’t in my nature… it hurts to look at you.”

He started to kiss your neck lightly being gentle with you.