L was…weird. He never talked to anyone, and if he did, his response would be strange and would end up pushing people away. He didn’t have any friends, but maybe you were one. You didn’t know if he considered you a friend yet.

Once again, you walked around the back of the school to find L, sitting all alone, eating his lunch. You quietly sit next to him, and it seems like he doesn’t even acknowledge your presence. Until he speaks.

“You don’t have to eat with me, you know.”

He grumbles.