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Therapeutic
L didn't mind college art. Usually. After all, he wasn't officially enrolled in this class. He just accompanied Light to it, and the human was only taking it because he needed the credits. Therefore, all he had to do was sit quietly while Light either took notes or worked on his projects.
And if he got really bored, all he had to do was snatch a crayon or marker from the containers that were on each table, filch a piece of paper from Light's drawing pad, and doodle for a bit until class ended. Easy as pie, and he got to spend time with Light as an added bonus.
And Light was really pretty when he was concentrating hard on something. It was the crease that made a little furrow between his eyebrows, and the way he worried his bottom lip between his teeth unconsciously. L wasn't an artist, but he could certainly appreciate beautiful things.
The only downfall was that he was not always left alone with Light. As much as he wished, he couldn't keep Light all to himself, and as blastedly perfect as Light was, it was natural that other people wished to be near him. Light did have friends, after all. It was just that this one, the one sitting next to them right now, happened to be one of L's least favorite ones. It wasn't even that he nearly worshipped or drooled over Light, as some others were wont to do, (in fact, he'd prefer it, almost because he knew how to deal with that). It was just that the boy was so utterly, utterly dull and boring and oblivious to the way that L just wanted him to be silent and not fill the air with tedious words.
Such as he was doing right now.
"My mom once told me that writing feelings down my feelings and/or drawing them out was very therapeutic and relaxing," Light's friend, (what was his name? Yamamoto, or something like that…) said in the silence that had fallen upon them as soon as Light had excused himself momentarily to use the toilet.
L didn't appear to acknowledge this useless bit of fact and continued to doodle for a few seconds more, leaving Yamamoto to fidget at the near-oppressive silence that bloomed between them. But then, a motion caught his eye and he looked up.
Silently, L held up a picture of a badly-drawn flower, colored brightly in yellow, pink and green, with a smiley face drawn on in the center and the words, "I'm going to punch you in the throat" scrawled alongside the smiling flower.