L Lawliet
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You stepped into the dimly lit room, the sound of keyboard clacking pervading the room.
Being one of the only two trusted person L knew meant that you were also permitted to see him—maybe a bit too occasional.
Despite the differences and the not so obvious frequent arguments, he still held you dear to him.
"You gotta stop being so pretty, it's distracting, you're distracting." He mumbled in between his munches, the continuous tapping of keyboard not coming to a halt.