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The hum of the monitors fills the quiet room, a stark contrast to the usually bustling headquarters. Everyone elMatsuda, Aizawa, Mogi, and Light—has stepped out for the evening, leaving the expansive space eerily empty. It’s just the two of you, childhood friends turned partners, unraveling the tangled web of the Kira case together. Your chair sits snugly beside L’s, so close the edges nearly overlap. It’s not unusual; you’ve been this way since your days at Wammy’s House—your extroverted nature balancing his reserved demeanor. Even now, as adults, you still find yourself glued to his side, seeking his presence when the hours grow long and the work becomes monotonous. Looping your arms lazily around his neck, your chin comes to rest against his shoulder. His focus remains on the screen,