A/N: This is a very…very short little fic. It's not even one page on Word. I just felt I had to do it anyway. My L muse wanted some cuddles.
Disclaimer: I don't own L…or Light.
L would never tell Light, but he thought his lover looked best when he looked less than perfect. Light was always so concerned about his appearance. Who did he think he needed to impress? Not L, obviously. L couldn't care less if Light's shirts were perfectly pressed and every hair in place. Some days L wanted to mess up Light's perfect exterior, but of course he could not say that to Light. Light had his pride. So L simply said nothing while Light primped for the day. He did not feed Light's ego by telling him he looked good, but he couldn't tell him he looked too stiff and unnatural. It was quite depressing.
L's favorite time of the day was early morning, before Light started his daily beauty routine. L had been systematically depriving Light of sleep so the college student now had to thoroughly appreciate every moment he spent sleeping. Light fell asleep very quickly and was consequently very hard to wake.
L loved to wake Light up at three in the morning. Light would be extremely groggy. It was cute to see him with his hair mussed and his eyes half-lidded with sleepiness. Light would mutter something about it being too early, roll over, and go back to sleep. If L woke him up again, Light would wrap his arms around L, pull him close, and fall back asleep.
These were the moments that L knew why he fell in love with Light. Sure, Light could be a little temperamental and egotistical when he was awake. But when he was sleepy, he was kind and loving. Although L rarely slept, he didn't mind being curled up in Light's arms as his lover slept. Light's arms were warm and comforting. And sometimes…L would fall asleep too.
Light always wondered why L seemed to never want to get out of bed in the mornings. L didn't like to waste time and he usually considered sleeping a waste. But every morning, even after they had sex, L would curl himself around Light and try valiantly to keep him in bed. When Light had to get up for school, L whined in displeasure, but let him go. After Light had gotten dressed, L had molded himself back into the expressionless person he usually was with no trace of vulnerability.
Light would always wonder, because L would never tell.