His shirt was always white. Never tan, maroon, forest green, just a plain pale. She felt uncomfortable wearing it since all of Light's Tee's varied, and hers were all black. But something felt oddly right about it . The sleeves were extremely long, and its length swallowed her frame to the knee. She felt like she was sucked into a sea of soft cotton. But aside from it being oversized, it was warm and a fabric that felt like a hug. She snuggled into it and got out of bed where L lay shirtless and tired. He usually never rested and seeing him peacefully relax, eyes watching her. She understood what emotion the shirt gave her. The feeling of
Home.