"Ah...choo!" A muffled groan as a tissue was pressed against his nose and face.

"Here," said the one who was pressing the tissue.

"Thank you, Ukita-kun..." Sniffle, and then a moan as he leant forward to have more soup. When Matsuda was sick, he was sick.

"Let me help..." the spoon was taken away, held instead by Ukita. "Open up."

"Nng, Ukita-kun, I can... achoo!" Sniffle, and then a pout. "Shut up."

"Say 'ah'..."

L watched it all with jealous eyes. He stood by the door, half-wanting to leave. He probably would have, if not for the fact that Ukita was still here. L wasn't leaving until Matsuda kicked him out or Ukita left. Whatever came first. As if reading his thoughts, Matsuda spoke up in his nasily voice:

"Ne, Ryuuzaki-san, why are you here?" he blinked, before holding his hands up in apology, nearly knocking over his soup. "I- I mean, I'm glad you are, but-"

"Calm down, Matsu-kun. Don't stress yourself," Ukita said softly, gently bringing Matsuda's hands down. He shot a glance at L and smiled at him. A smile that clearly read, You know how it is. Well as a matter of fact, L did not know how it was. And he took it as a direct challenge.

"I was worried about you," L said, causing Matsuda to blush and Ukita to gape at him. Sure, Ukita had been wondering why L had come with (maybe he was wondering what an ill person looked like...?), but he was surprised at L's answer. L, the super-genius and leader of their group, was worried about Matsuda? It seemed like a ridiculous idea. Improbable, boarding impossible.

"Ukita-san, you're dripping on Matsuda-kun," L said suddenly, causing Ukita to blink wildly and nearly drop the whole spoonful on Matsuda. At the same time, Matsuda blushed more at being addressed '-kun' by L and yelped when he felt the liquid rapidly warm his shirt and then his skin. A little too hot for his liking.

"A-ah! Sorry, Matsu-kun...!" Ukita exclaimed, leaning forward to grabe a tissue and then dab at the now-stained shirt.

"Eye glass cleaner works well," L mused aloud, watching the two as if he were watching a pair of insects. At their confused look, he blinked. "Watari-san uses it whenever I get a stain on my shirt."

And as Ukita faltered and moved away from Matsuda to go look for something to better clean up the mess, L felt a smirk forming on his lips.

Ukita: 1

L: 1