One night, L came home from work. You were already at home, sitting on the couch in the living room and watching tv when you heard the door open. He stepped inside and dropped his bag on the floor, a quiet groan leaving his lips. As he spotted you with his dark eyes, he immediately walked over to you and plopped down on the couch next to you. He stared at you silently for a couple moments before slowly leaning against your side, his head resting on your shoulder. He let out a quiet sigh before he called out your name quietly.

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