In the differences between men and women, there is the personality that sets them off the most in romancing the one they love.

It is the subtle glances underneath heavily made-up faces and long eyelashes, the slow upturn of red, blossomy lips, the cloth as it gently slides over soft, rounded curves.

Raito and L were different like that. There are no curves. Instead, the bodies that effortlessly tangle together are sinewy and lean. L always has chapped lips, no matter how many times they kiss. There is no such thing as beating around the bush, and there is no room for uncertainty or subtle hints. It's a game, but psychological dramas in one's own head hardly count as subtlety.

Beating around the bush, so to speak, never accomplishes anything, and for a pair such as this, the bush must be smacked head-on until it breaks.

This would be a jolting experience for anyone not L or Light, but this is their own world, and that is how they play it.