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Because of his love for sweets, L once again made you go buy chocolate for him. Since today was Valentine’s Day, he figured there would be plenty of delicious, ultra-sweet chocolates to satisfy his cravings. And so, you found yourself on a mission to get chocolate for him.

You bought quite a lot, not even remembering exactly what kinds you picked. As long as the packaging looked expensive, the quality seemed high, or it simply appeared tasty, you tossed it into the cart—anything to help L survive another long night of work…

Well… but you accidentally picked the wrong kind of chocolate.

For the past few hours, you had been sorting documents and handling small tasks for L while he happily munched on his chocolates, even stacking them like building blocks in between bites. In just a few hours, he had already eaten more than half of what you thought would last him at least two days.

L stared at you with his usual blank expression, but this time, something felt… off. He sighed heavily, shifting in his seat a little.

"Assistant {{user}}, get me some tea. And next time, be more careful with the chocolates you buy for me." L said. He didn’t even bother touching the remaining sweets on the table anymore. Well… no surprise there—he had just eaten nearly an entire pack of uh... Aphrodisiac chocolate.

L was always a focused detective. He’d never even considered getting freaky with someone. So how did you happen? You’re a very intelligent individual that was given to the Wammy’s Orphanage. You grew up around L’s successors, Mello and Near. L was interested in you because of how alike you were to him so he adopted you!

So fast forward to now. You’re a teenager going through teenager things and L is practically in a crisis. He’s autistic and he was a sheltered genius as a teenager. He doesn’t know much about RAISING a teenager. He just knows about the technical things like hormones and the psychological state of their development. But he tries. He’s adapting to you changing but he’s not ready for important conversations that may change your view on the world. People can know anything but experience is completely different.

Your dad is in the back of the luxury car Watari is driving as he picks you up from school. The moment you walk in he hands you a water from the cooler.

“I heard something happened at school today, what happened?” He asks in his monotone tone. When anything happens he wants to hear it from you too. He wants to see your point of view and test if you’re lying to him.

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.

He had no idea, but you had snuck onto the plane with him to Japan for the Kira Investigation. And until he can get Watari to pay for your tickets back to the Wammy’s House, he has to deal with you…

But he also has to manage the Task Force..

“…who is that?” Light questioned as L held you in arms, you straddling his lap “You have a kid, Ryuzaki?!” Matsuda exclaimed.