L exhaled heavily as he opened his eyes, the small lights of dawn slowly seeping into the bedroom. It was only natural that L would sleep so little, even if he hated that this had been his greatest comfort of anything he might want to remember. He slowly pushed himself off the bed with one arm, a series of clicking bones followed his way up as he stretched his arms out and arched his back. His body seemed to fall forwards expectedly of his physical form, his eyes going to his bed partner.
Light was sleeping soundly, his hands on his abdomen, hair tussled nicely as his face was turned away from the older male. This image like every morning had accidentally been etched into L's mind, he held back a small sigh of disappointment, his thumb quickly replacing that small sound. The red velvet throw pillow had only moved exactly between them, if not a little closer to L; so it seemed Light hadn't used it, so what?
One of the now in the norm things that lost its irksomeness was Head Quarters. When Light had first came into this large empty place was that it was exactly that, empty. Empty and cold. Now they were empty, just that and it no longer bothered Light. The dark rooms seemed ominous and rather unpleasant, seeing as the focus was to be the 'justice' and take those who apposed the 'justice' down. The dark walls seemed to give nothing but relief from the blaring light of countless hours in front of monitors.
That was another thing, Light had been extremely willing and glad to help L research their way into finding this Kira, happy to do something. Positive to be of use, getting this case over his shoulders as soon as possible. That had gone to trash, after weeks of basically nothing, having gotten nothing had given nothing for effort.
There was one thing that Light enjoyed that had gone into the old routine.
"Light!" Matsuda chimed happily as he walked quickly across the wide space of Head Quarters, Light turned his chair around from the screen he had long lost interest in. He smiled as he saw Matsuda speed up once the older male acquired his attention, the burnet couldn't help but chuckle softly as the older male held a small brown bag high in the air.
"Good afternoon, Matsuda," Light greeted as he stood up, the officer sighed as he stood in front of the younger male, scratching his neck idly with his other hand, a small blush on his face.
Neither of them was very aware of what was now a very dark aura, L had been crouched in his chair, reading some graphs, he had once been stirring his sap thick coffee when he heard the now all too familiar cheer.
Apparently it was a nice thing to steal precious time taken to find Kira to have a mindless conversation and sip tea. It killed L's mood to no end, it wasn't great as well when he had to be dragged away from his work to be sat at the lounge area along with Light and Matsuda.
That was currently where all three of them had taken themselves, L sitting in a single chair, Light had taken Matsuda to the love seat. There was an odd sensation of contempt as he watched Watari prepare cups of tea for them with a small smile on his face, maybe he was in some sense against the detective as well.
"Light," Matsuda started with a small blush as he took the small bag into his hand, "I know you don't care for sweets and all," He said as he pulled out small plates of apple pie, holding one out for the younger male. The blush went deeper as his hand lightly brushed against the brunet, "I-I made it myself," He added weakly as he set his own piece down on the coffee table.
"Thank you, Matsuda," He said cheerfully, taking the pie, taking a small fork from the table. He was really amused and rather embarrassed that the older male would do such a nice thing for him. It tasted good too, light cinnamon and brown sugar, the sauce was thick and smooth, Light was impressed.
"Hmph, I have to wonder how much time you have on your hands, Matsuda," L said rather darkly as he looked to the delicious looking pie. The eldest male turned red, really having to admit to himself that he had a lot of time on his hands, biting his lip as he looked down to his lap, looking at the piece he would have given to L. Light glared to the detective
"Don't be so rude, Ryuuzaki, the time people spend to make the cakes that you often wake me in the middle of the night to get some, it's only fair that I get my piece," He smiled as he looked to Matsuda at the last part, "The effort wasn't put to waste," He reassured.
It was despicable how much Light seemed to take a shine to the other raven haired male, more so that Matsuda was doing nothing but soaking it up.
It was one of those now rare nights, the nights that wore out into almost never. L had taken his own time and had let Light sleep much earlier than him.
It was rather sad to know that L had fallen into the younger male's sleeping pattern for the past while, it meant that he was in comfort in the murder's presence, it also meant that Light was comfortable with L sleeping so close to him. That seemed a little painful to know that seeing as Light was comfortable in Ryuuzaki's presence even brought more easiness in sleep.
So here he stood in bed, looking down to the other male, much late in the night before he sighed, giving up. Stripping off his shirt, L opened the covers and slipped in, facing Light or at least the throw pillow that rested between them.
A small sigh escaped L's lips as he slowly woke, not really bothering to open his eyes. A small smiled crossed his lips as he felt something warm in his arms. A sad regret chilling over him as he indulged in his sick secret.
One of the reason he had gotten the throw pillow was to keep Light from sneaking to L's side of the bed. The other was to keep Ryuuzaki on his own side of the bed.
That smiled that crossed his lips quickly disappeared as L realized, it wasn't as it was. The warmth in his arms was in fact the very thing he had left between them, the throw pillow and not what Ryuuzaki had hoped it would be.
With a small whimper of shame, L slipped himself from the throw pillow, raising himself off the bed and looked down to it. Rumpled up and the colours distinguished from where he printed himself on. His eyes wondered to the other side of the bed, Light had his back once again to him. Going passed broad shoulders, Ryuuzaki had noticed the sun had yet to rise, so it didn't take long for L to find himself in this situation.
Thin, slow hands went to the throw pillow, straightening out, the warmth he had so easily given the still object clung to it, giving it back to L as he fixed it. Ryuuzaki bit his tongue as he pushed it closer to Light's side of the bed
His eyes once more going to the other male's wide back, watching it expand as he breathed in slowly, his hair messy with slumber