Puns

Sweat beaded lightly on Raito's forehead under the intensity of the midday sun. He looked over to his competition and inwardly scowled. The bastard was still wearing his thick white sweater and didn't look the least bit uncomfortable in the suffocating heat.

"I win, Raito-kun," L said, breathing evenly after the 100-m dash they'd just finished.

"So it seems."

They lined up again, this time with L on the outside lane.

Raito noticed something and smirked. "You may be on the right track --"

"I'll always be a couple steps ahead," L interjected as he crouched down into position. Today he was wearing shoes. The laces were tied.

"-- But you'll never catch me."

The pistol shot rang through the air. Four laps later, Raito crossed the finish line. He noted the time, 1:44.4 -- his personal best. L came in shortly after, panting slightly.

Hiding his smug expression, Raito said in a neutral voice, "Looks like in the long run, Ryuuzaki, you lose."