I've been thinking about my writing a lot lately, and I've discovered my style is well suited to making short stories. So, I've recognized Wammy's Declassified for what it is: a place to dump the random Death Note drabbles I come up with. This particular drabble was inspired by a DN pairing discussion I was having with friends, in which I said pretty much any pairing with L is unrealistic, and the only thing he is ever likely to have sex with is his cake. Jacked up the rating for this one to accommodate a pants-less L. 93 words. Enjoy.
Watari grasped the brass doorknob and twisted, pushing open the door to L's room with his shoulder. "L, I-"
What he saw was the back of L's chair, the man sitting in his trademark crouch, his jeans removed and placed over the arm rest. In front of him lay a table, on it an entire cheesecake. The dessert was in ruins. "Watari." L intoned, calm as ever. "Please knock."
The older man, in a state of shock, quickly closed the door, desperately trying to convince himself he hadn't seen anything.