"Why, you look nice today (Y/N)."
What? You think to yourself as L, the greatest detective ever, trailed his hand across the back of your neck as he walks past.
"R-Reusaki, what did you say??"
You choke on your cake he shared with you.
"I said, you look nice today."
You calm down a tad but your heart rate is still rather fast.
"Okay, what do you want? Saying I look nice, even sharing your cake with me!"
His face turned from a flirt expression, to a mocking-hurt face.
"Why, I was only being nice." He pouts, making you feel bad. You where sat in head quarters with everyone else gone to get dinner as a celebration for claiming the death note, while you and L had stayed in. Just you two. Alone. It made your stomach turn with adrenaline.
"Your not usually this talkative." You pretend to sulk, shoving a spoon full of cake into your mouth.
L laughs, leaning over your shoulder as he plants a kiss on your cheek, as you take another spoon full and shoving it in his mouth before giving each other a cake-kiss.
