"Light-kun"
"..."
"Light."
"What?!" If Light hadn't enough dignity and his own taste of exhaustion, He would've kicked his smart ass. His head spun and the monitor radiation turned quite tiresome for him, almost as dragging as his university days - but nothing could beat a boring lecture day in a student's life.
"Say it again." L had an unbelievably, deprived and insomniac face. There's also this frown, with saliva lining his bottom lip as he sucked on his fork. He shifted, leaned, rubbed his pale toes and the younger male can't help but imagine a pug. There's so much anticipation, he could hear the last two minutes before midnight tick by but there's this.
This situation.
"Just what do you want me to say?" His hands involuntarily stopped tapping the keys, and he could feel the numbness crawl. So he laid back, exhaled frustration from the top of his lungs while the detective leisurely nibbled on the strawberries and cream.
'Just where is this going?'
L removed the silverware away from his temptations for a minute. "Quit the act. I need to know it, quick."
"Say it directly then! Look, we've got Kira to pursue and what you do is stare at me all day while chomping down buckets of strawberries and nonsense!" Light exclaimed, irritated to the extremest degree but still wondered about his colleague's oddness. Light sighed, for the second time in half a minute. He especially came today, obliged his father's ridiculous pestering and sat down on a hot seat.
No one asked for the greatest detective's attention either.
"I thought that staring at you can make you admit it."
"For the last time, I'm not Kira!"
"That's not what I'm trying to get out from you."
"What do you want dammit!" It was a surprise for peveryone to hear Light's loss of composure. However, L remained calm and ludicrous, contradicting to many of the officers display of tired faces.
Light thought of quitting.
"Do someone as honorable as you possibly like someone?"
"No." L didn't expect a serious and collected answer in an immediate pace. And because of that, it added up to his speck of motivation.
"Who do you like?"
"No one."
"Is he a classmate?"
"No."
"So it's a guy."
"Of course not." Both were at the brink of hysterical laughter.
"Is he dumb?"
"No."
"So he's popular..."
"Couldn't you shut up?"
"So you like me."
"How the hell did we get there?"
"He's a genius who's not socially capable and that leads to me."
"No." He fought the urge to plug his ears with newspaper, at the same time, commanded his brain to shut him out and L's unusual past time.
"I'm not buying it."
"I'm not in love with anyone."
"I doesn't work?"
"What-" Lips touched Light's own; the early notions preoccupying Light's busy brain were abruptly forced to resign and replace it with a big, fat, -
'Holy Fuck.''
"I swear I'll kill you!"
"Chances increased for five percent. Watari, take note of the suspect's words."
No one knew Watari could actually laugh.
A/n what boredom does can make you a writer! *dang in the tune of what doesn't kill you make you stronger lol hahhahahaa I need to improve :3