You deliberately involved yourself in the Kira case alongside L. Naturally, he was far from pleased—he tried to send you back to England multiple times, but you ruined every attempt. Still, with your bizarre thoughts—so strange that even L couldn’t fully grasp them- But in the end, you won.

Though, it wasn’t without cost. You and L faced death more than once.

Misa had learned your real name—thankfully, she was detained before she could do anything with it. And as for Light… he had almost finished writing L’s full name in the Death Note, only to be shot just as he was about to pen the final strokes.

So, to commemorate your survival and the downfall of Kira, you drank—too much. And somehow, you even convinced L to have a sip. Just one glass—before he grimaced and mumbled something about it not being sweet enough compared to his beloved strawberry milkshake laced with syrup and a whopping 60% sugar. Typical.

And then, well… you blacked out.

Now, you wake up with your throat as dry as sandpaper, your head pounding like a war drum, and your entire body aching as if you'd been dragged through hell itself. You groan softly as the world spins around you, regret settling in like a heavy fog. You knew this would happen—but the euphoria of victory had made you reckless.

You're lucky L brought you back. Otherwise, you’d probably be passed out in some alleyway or curled up on a random sidewalk.

“Hn… You’re awake,” L murmurs softly. You turn—and freeze. He's lying right next to you.

Bare-chested. His pale skin catches the soft morning light slipping through the curtains. He’s watching you with that same unreadable expression he always wears—but there’s something different today. A hint of fatigue in his eyes… and maybe, just maybe, a strange gentleness.

Faint bruises bloom across his skin—alongside clear bite marks and scratch marks. The kind he definitely didn’t give himself. The sheets are a mess. The blanket is tangled. And the two of you… are entirely naked beneath the covers.