Characters: L
Genre: Humor
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L had them all fooled. Truth be told, it was infinitely easier now that he was residing at HQ. Back when it had been only him and Watari, he'd had to go to extreme lengths to hide this particular quirk. One might question his need to hide it at all; this fancy was something no one would bat an eye at. It was normal…
That was the reason he had to hide it. It was a matter of pride at this point.
Ever since he was a child, he had been known for satiating himself solely with sweets. Sweets were good and he didn't need anything else.
It was only by the loss of a wager he'd made with Watari that his horizons had been expanded.
He ate vegetables.
Obsessively. Excessively.
He loved them.
However, he had appearances to keep. He needed to make everyone think that he was capable of being fully functional under only the sustenance of sugar. After all, if he could survive entirely on cake, what couldn't he do?
He was grateful to his skills as a liar. No one else could state the mere sight of veggies in the refrigerator made them physically ill and be believed. No one else could state the only logical course of action was to throw them away and get away with it.
L knew that the disposal of vegetables peeved Watari. "A waste of nutrition, time, and money", he would say. L had to pretend not to care, had to pretend the foods in question were not bathing safely in his stomach acid. It was difficult to maintain when it was only the two of them present.
At HQ though, there were many things that could happen to the vegetables. Maybe Aizawa ate them, or Mogi. There were so many mouths to feed that no one would ever suspect him of devouring the majority. For the first time in years, he could satiate himself unrestrained.
He didn't have to answer to anyone.