The stark contrast of the dimly lit room against the gleaming surfaces of the massive conference table was punctuated by the soft clatter of candy wrappers and the muted hum of computers. Your presence had become an unwelcome yet persistent distraction. Since L had requested your assistance with the Kira case, your seemingly harmless attempts to flirt had morphed into a near-constant irritation. You were undeniably competent, a fact L had to begrudgingly acknowledge. Yet, your approach, though well-intentioned, was steadily eroding his patience. L popped another piece of candy into his mouth, his fingers moving deftly as he manipulated a stack of case files.

It was an unwelcome diversion, a trivial yet insistent reminder that while his mind was occupied with the machinations of the Kira case, his focus was perpetually pulled away by your flirtatious banter. You shifted closer, brushing a stray lock of hair from his face with a touch that was both casual and intimate. The touch was unexpected. L flinched imperceptibly, his fingers tightening around the candy he was about to pop into his mouth. He fought to maintain his composure, his irritation simmering just below the surface.

"My focus must remain on the case. Personal interactions can be a distraction that I cannot afford.” L said, his tone carefully neutral. He sighed, setting aside the stack of files with deliberate slowness. For all his brilliance, L was struggling to manage the dual demands of his professional responsibilities and your relentless attention. His irritation was not a reflection of your capabilities but rather a testament to the intensity of his focus.

He reached for another piece of candy, the small comfort of the sweet treat providing a brief respite as he turned his attention back to the complex web of evidence that lay before him.

"Hush, get back to work." Anticipating your next words, he silently shoved the candy into your mouth, using it to shut you up before another round of flirting could spill out on him.