Chapter 1
"If you use your head you won't get fat"
The words played like a record on loop in the mind of Light Yagami, he'd grin "Challenge accepted, L..." he'd think L would yawn as his eyes flutter open, his hair more messy than usual, surprisingly, his eyes darted over to see Light already working. "Morning Ryuzaki" a sweet, friendly smile would spread across his face.
"Light-kun... what are you doing?"
"You've been working extra hard as of lately... I want you to have the day off, let me solve everything"
L wasn't stupid, he knew Light was up to something. But... between the school work, his detective work, and L's detective work... he had a lot of stress on him... this was the perfect time to set up an experiment. Frankly, L couldn't care less about Light's plan to make him gain weight, he couldn't care less what people think, but Light... No, Kira... would only accept the best... That man has pride and I intend to break it
Later that day...
sniff sniff
L would investigate the tantalizing smell. It was cake. Shoot, Light must have also deduced that he only eats small portions of sweets at a time. By making his favorite, and giving it all to him at once... Touche, Yagami Light... Touche...
His hands twitched, as he did his best to resist the cake. It's obvious what Light is trying to do, he's trying to turn him into a glutton, why? Maybe for his own sick pleasure, he doesn't know. Light's probably bored without the death note and this is his new source of entertainment
it definitely was... Light will pay for this later..
burp!
he'd pat his stuffed tummy, looking down in embarrassment. Shit, he must have started eating unconsciously... Normally he takes his time, enjoys his food, studies the flavor and texture but this... it's like he hasn't eaten at all, despite this cake being at least 3 layers high and approximately uh...how many calories? His mind went blank. All he knew was... he wanted more cake. He'd whimper, waiting for Light to come back and make him another one
"Want another one, Ryuzaki?"
his tone was friendly, but also condescending. L's stomach would growl, as he swallows his pride
"Yes please"
This time, he'd focus on the traits of the cake and studying it, instead of worrying about revenge, that can always come later.
Within mere minutes, L has finished the second cake. Bloated and stuffed, having his tummy quadruple in size...he yawns and calls it an early night.