*This... was random. I can't help what I'm inspired to write, really. Lol. Hope you guys enjoy!
Title: Accidental Silhouettes
Chapter Eighty-Three: Ashcan
Instead of cloudy puffs of barely inhaled sticks full of nicotine and wisps of burnt smoke infiltrating his nostrils, there was-
Nothing.
Looking inside the bin, Raito wasn't shocked to find piles of dirt littered with plastic wrappers; pieces of sugary residue still hanging off of their thin, frayed edges.
"Ryuuzaki…" Raito muttered, confounded.
"Yes Raito-kun?"
"Do you, by any chance, smoke?"
"Of course not, Raito-kun." L stated in a matter-of-fact tone. "Why do you ask?"
"Because with the way you shove your garbage in all of the ashtrays around here," Raito smirked, eyes gleaming, "I would have never guessed otherwise."