Chapter Text
L sits on his chair, both knees to his chest as always. He hears the soft rapping of small knuckles on the door of his office, and the detective is immediately alert. L gets up from his chair and walks over, opening the door and looking down at the splash of white that catches his eye below.
“Nate,” L says with a slight smile, “What are you doing up so late?”
“It’s morning,” Nate replies, staring blankly at his father, “Mihael and I want breakfast,” L blinks at his son in slight shock.
“It’s morning already?” L eyes the boy oddly before going back to his computer and squinting at the tiny numbers on the screen which tell him that the time is, in fact, 8 A.M. “I suppose it is.” the noirette exhales deeply. “Very well then, let’s go.”
L takes a step out into the hallway, and shuts the door to his office before locking it. Nate follows behind L as the man makes his way over to the kitchen.
“I want apples,” Nate says as he settles down in his spot at the table. L hums in acknowledgment and heads over to the fridge, taking out an apple and bringing it over to the sink to wash.
“Just one?” L asks, taking out a cutting board and setting the apple on top of it. Nate nods his head and L turns on the water, running the fruit under it to be washed. As soon as the sound of running water can be heard, a set of footsteps enters the room. L turns the water off and pulls out the knife drawer. “Good morning, Mihael. How did you sleep?”
“Good,” the boy yawns, taking his seat at the table across from Nate.
“And where were you just now?” L smirks, already knowing the answer to this question. Before Mihael can answer, a pair of arms wrap around L’s waist. L doesn’t freeze up at the newfound contact, already quite used to this occurrence.
“Waking me up,” L’s husband mumbles into the crook of his neck, the sensation sending a slight shiver down the older’s spine.
“I figured as much,” he grins, turning his head slightly and pressing a kiss to Light’s temple.
“You didn’t come back to bed last night,” Light murmurs softly against L’s skin. L merely chuckles at this.
“I apologize, my love. I was working,” L coos softly, kissing the other’s cheek, “Forgive me, I lost track of time.” Light huffs like a small child before giving in.
“Alright, alright,” Light wraps his arms around L tighter before he kisses his neck. The brunette continues to watch as L fiddles with the knife, carefully slicing the apple into edible pieces without the core. “Why are you holding the knife like that?” Light asks with a quirked brow.
”Of course Kira is quick to point out how to hold a murder weapon,” L chuckles as Light stares back at him, confusion evident on his face.
“Daaad, you’ve got it wrong!” Mihael groans from the table. “Kira doesn’t use a knife or gun to kill, remember? He has a Death Note!” Light is now even more confused.
“Oh yes, that’s right.” L nods his head, his smile growing bigger, “My apologies, Mihael.”
”Death Note?” Light looks over at his husband for some kind of an explanation, but is promptly answered by his youngest son.
“Kira is a mass murderer who gains a Death Note purely by chance. He uses it to kill criminals,” Nate informs him.
“I see.” Light turns his attention back to L, “and what does that have to do with me, exactly?”
“You’re Kira,” L replies back, simply.
“What?” Light asks, almost offended by the response. He lets go of L and turns to face his sons. “What does he mean by that?”
“Father wouldn’t let us help with the case, so Mihael and I decided to make our own. It features prime suspect, Light Yagami, and renowned detective, L Lawliet,” Nate explains.
“Wha-But that’s just us!” Light sputters. He pointedly ignores how L chuckles behind him. Nate simply just shrugs.
“Anyways, Light discovers a notebook of death that says that any human’s name that’s written in there shall die, so he decides to test it and it works. He begins using it to kill criminals, and gains the alias ‘Kira’ by his followers and people online,” Nate continues.
“But why am I Kira?” Light asks, crossing his arms.
“You seemed like the best candidate.” Mihael shrugs nonchalantly. Light is somehow even more offended than he already was.
“And that’s where L comes in. L is the top three detectives in the world and finds out about Kira, so now he’s trying to catch him.” Light turns to L for some kind of help.
“It’s a game they’ve been playing for the past week.” L shrugs, “It was Nate’s idea. They’ve been giving me updates about it as the story goes on.”
“Is that so?” Light mumbles, turning his attention back to the white haired boy.
“L almost immediately suspects Light because Kira killed a bunch of FBI agents and had access to criminals only the police knew about, and because Light is the son of one of the officers, L puts two and two together.”
“Wow. Y’know, you give your father too much credit,” Light grumbles.
“Hey, if it makes you feel any better, those two killed me off,” L comments. Light’s eyes widen, his attention now fully on L.
“What?” he shouts. Nate and Mihael erupt with laughter in response to their dad’s outburst. “But how? He’s the smartest person I know!”
“He gets his name written in the Death Note by a shinigami,” Mihael explains, barely holding back his laughter.
“Wha-Shinigami?” Light’s face twists with confusion. Nate and Mihael nod.
“Light tricks one of the shinigami, Rem, into writing L’s name in her Death Note,” Nate elaborates as if this is the most normal sentence he’s ever spoken in his life.
“There’s more than one?” Light guffaws. “And they’re just out and about in the human world?”
“Mhm!” Nate nods, grinning widely. The younger boy seems very proud of himself for creating a storyline so elaborate that even his own dad is invested in it.
“Christ Nate, you’ve got one hell of an imagination.” Light runs a hand through his hair as Nate smiles up at him.
“Thank you.” Light walks back over to L who’s still struggling with cutting Nate’s apple.
“Y’know, if you hold the apple that way, the knife is more likely to slip,” Light informs the other man.
“Ah, I see.” L bites the inside of his cheek, continuing to focus on carefully cutting up the apple.
“I’m not patronizing you, L,” Light continues, pressing a reassuring kiss to his husband's cheek. “I know you’re new to the whole cooking thing. You’re doing great.”
“Hm. Well, I appreciate the sentiment,” L shoots back. Light flinches as the knife slips, nearly slicing L’s fingernail. The younger sighs.
“Here, let me just-” Light stands behind L, placing his hands on top of the noirette’s before guiding his hands slowly and steadily. “You’re supposed to do it this way so that, if the knife ever slips, you don’t cut your finger. Your knuckles will stop it and they won’t get cut either,” L nods along as Light explains.
Once the apple is perfectly cut up, L hands the bowl over to Nate as Light takes over the kitchen and cooks breakfast. L sits down and watches as Nate calls for their dog—a large American Akita. The canine walks over to the small boy, and sits down obediently beside his chair. Nate hands over an apple slice to the dog who takes it gratefully, and licks the palm of the boy’s hand, almost as a “thank you”.
“You’re not supposed to feed dogs apples, Nate,” Mihael informs the younger, his nose slightly wrinkled.
“But Ryuk likes apples,” Nate quips back, handing off another apple slice to the large canine. “And besides, Mail said that dogs can eat apples.”
“Mail doesn’t know anything!” Mihael shouts, slamming his hands down onto the table, causing Light and L to flash the boy a stern look. Mihael quickly shrinks back into his seat. “Sorry,” he mumbles.
“Who’s that?” Light asks from the stove.
“Oh, that’s right, I forgot to inform you.” L presses the pad of his index finger against his bottom lip. “Mihael and Nate made a new friend.” Light nearly drops the spatula into the liquid pancake batter.
“What? And no one told me?” Light shouts.
“I’m sorry, love, we’ve both just been so busy,” L begins before he’s immediately cut off by his husband.
“L, it’s fine. This is great news,” he grins, “I just wish that someone told me sooner.” Light flips over a pancake once it’s ready. “So, who is this Mail kid anyway?”
“Don’t know,” L shrugs, “I’ve never met him.”
“He’s in my class,” Mihael interjects. “He was pretty quiet and kept to himself a lot at first.”
“Mihael forced him to play with us,” Nate mumbles quietly, something that only Mihael seems to catch as he pushes his chair back and stands up.
“I did not!”
“Boys.” L eyes the two sternly, his voice firm. The two of them instantly quiet down, and Mihael awkwardly shuffles back into his seat. L sighs. “Whether he forced Mihael to play with you two or not, he’s still your friend. Isn’t he?” Nate and Mihael nod. “Good.”
Once Light finishes cooking their breakfast and everyone is done eating, Mihael and Nate scurry off to their room to continue playing their weird little game.
Nate reaches under his bed and pulls out a box. He opens it and carefully takes out each and every handmade figure.
“Hurry up Nate, I wanna play! I have great ideas for the plot!” Mihael shouts at the younger boy.
“There’s a reason why I’m the one who takes them out, Mihael,” Nate shoots back. He takes out a figure that looks a suspicious amount like him before very carefully, even more so than before, taking out the last figure in the box–one with brunette hair, goggles, and a striped shirt. “You have no penchant for my artistic work.”
Mihael blinks at him, “They’re clay figures of us, our friend, our family, and dog, Nate. There’s nothing artistic about them.”
“One, Ryuk isn’t a dog in this, he’s a shinigami. Two, you’ve just proved my point,” Nate hums, closing the box and setting it back underneath his bed. The white haired boy clasps his hands together. “So, we last left off right before Mello meets up with Near, yes?”
“Yeah.” Mihael nods, “I think so.”
The plot carries on as usual. Mello gets his picture back, the two reconvene, Near continues digging into Light Yagami and Teru Mikami, and Mello and Matt hatch their own plan to kidnap Kiyomi Takada. Surprisingly, the only time Mihael and Nate get along is during play time. Most of the time, that is. Mihael moves a small toy car around the carpeted floor of Near’s bedroom.
“Okay, so, Matt’s driving off, and then boom, he gets surrounded,” Mihael rambles, stopping the car right in the center before using other toy cars to surround it. “Then, when all hope seems lost, he-” Mihael cuts himself off. “Well, I’m actually not sure what Mail would do in this scenario,” Mihael hums and places Matt’s figure next to his car. “He’d probably do something stupid to get himself killed.” The blonde boy pokes at the figure with his pointer finger, knocking it down. Nate frowns at this.
“That’s not nice,” Nate pouts slightly, “Mail is smarter than that.”
“Well, yeah, but not smart enough, y’know?” Mihael eyes Nate with a barely restrained look of annoyance. “Besides, he’s surrounded, Nate. What else is he supposed to do?”
“Escape,” Nate counters quicker than Mihael expected. “He was the third smartest kid at Wammy’s, Mihael. He wouldn’t go down that easily.”
“Yeah, but you didn’t want to play as Matt, so I get to decide whether or not he dies. Besides, it’s better for the plot anyway. It gives Mello more motive to keep on with the case.” Nate’s eyebrows furrow at this, clearly upset by Mihael’s nonchalant attitude towards killing off Matt.
“Fine. Then your character has to die too.” Nate pokes at Mello’s figure, causing it to tip over and fall to the floor just as Matt’s had. Mihael’s eyes narrow, and Nate is almost completely sure that a vein is going to pop out of his older brother. The thought makes him want to laugh, so he holds it in.
“What?” Mihael shouts. “That’s not fair! I’m playing as both Mello and Matt, you don’t get to decide if either of them dies!”
“Well, I made up the game, so I do get to decide that,” Nate bites back. Mihael groans and crosses his arms.
“You are insufferable!”
“I didn’t even know you understood what that word meant.”
“I hate you!” Mihael shouts. “You never play fair!”
“You don’t play fair,” Nate grumbles. He gently picks up Matt’s figure and stands him back up. “You have no valid reasoning for killing off Matt.”
“His sacrifice was needed!” Mihael argues back.
“Hypothetically, if he was dead, maybe. But not if he’s alive.”
“He’s not alive, Nate, I just killed him off!” the blonde growls. “It’s not my fault you want to keep your stupid boyfriend alive so your characters can kiss later.” Nate freezes at this. It’s subtle, but Mihael knows he’s struck a nerve. The older boy grins and it makes Nate’s skin crawl. “I’m right, aren’t I?”
“He’s not my boyfriend,” is all Nate says in response.
“Liar.” Mihael points at Matt’s figure, “If it was anyone else, you wouldn’t have cared. Hell, you didn’t even flinch when we killed off L.”
“Hard emphasis on we, Mihael. We both agreed that, for the plot, L’s death would move the plot along better. It would also give the opportunity for us to introduce our characters,” Nate points out, now sitting with both of his knees to his chest, much like his father.
“Yeah, and Matt’s death would move the plot along too,” Mihael scoffs.
“How so?”
“Well, for starters, it gives Mello great character development. He now has even more reasoning for solving this case. Reason being vengeance, of course. Also, his death allows Mello to get away with Takada, getting us one step closer to catching Kira.”
“While that may be true, it does not move the plot along. If his death is simply just to develop your character and not the plot, then he might as well stay alive,” Nate rebuttals. “Mello can have his character development at a later date in time, Matt’s death does not have to take place for that to happen.”
“I still think you just don’t want your boyfriend dead,” Mihael teases, his blue eyes twinkling with mischief. Nate’s eyes narrow.
“As I’ve stated before, he is not.”
“I don’t believe that.”
“It’s not my job to convince you otherwise,” Mihael grins even wider.
“So you do admit it?”
“I am not admitting to anything,” Nate huffs, irritation seeping into his features.
“That is such a bad answer!” Mihael shouts as he slams his hands onto the ground below him. “That’s a cover up and you know it!”
“Like I said, I don’t need to convince you if I know the truth.”
“Yeah right! You follow Mail around like a lost puppy. I’ve seen you, Nate!” Mihael chuckles, tipping his head back as does so. Nate frowns.
“That’s also not true.”
“Yeah huh. It is.”
“Is not,” Nate fires back.
“Is too.” Nate doesn’t think that he’s ever seen Mihael grin so wide before.
“Is not.”
“Is too!”
It goes on like this for a bit, with each repeated rebuttal getting progressively louder. Light sighs from his spot on the couch before he gazes down at L.
“Go see what your kids are fighting about now,” he huffs, eyeing the staircase.
“My kids? Since when were they ever just my kids?” L muses.
“Since always, now can you please settle whatever stupid argument they're having?” Light quips back.
“Alright, alright,” L hums and sets his laptop down onto the coffee table before he makes his way up the stairs to Nate’s bedroom. He knocks on the door three times to let Mihael and Nate know that he’s there. L continues to stand outside the room as he hears the two boys arguing with each other through the door. L takes a deep breath before he decides to open up the door himself. “Is everything alright here, or do I need to be a part of this debate too?” he asks. His voice immediately captures the attention of his sons.
“Mihael isn’t playing fair,” Nate explains before Mihael can even get a breath in.
Mihael whips his head around to glare at Nate, “You aren’t playing fair!” L sighs and squats down in his usual manner, now speaking face to face with the two of them.
“Go back to the beginning. Tell me what started this whole thing,” he instructs, his voice calm and even, if only with the slightest amount of resignation.
“Nate killed me off because I killed off his boyfriend,” Mihael replies before he goes back to glaring at Nate. The white haired boy simply stares at the floor.
“That’s not true. Well, at least the boyfriend part isn’t. Mihael wanted to kill off Matt, and I said no, and since he refused to abide by my wishes, I killed off his character.”
“An eye for an eye, I suppose. What’s so important about Matt that he can’t die yet? The two of you seemed pretty content with killing me off.” L grins.
“That’s what I said!” Mihael shouts.
“Well, that’s different,” Nate mumbles.
“How so?” L asks as he tilts his head to one side.
“Firstly, your death helped move along the plot. If your character hadn’t died, my character, nor Mihael’s character, would’ve been introduced. Secondly, Matt’s death serves no purpose to the plot other than tragedy. Miahel claims that it leads to the successful kidnapping of Takada, and Mello’s own character development, but I think that those two things could be achieved without his death.”
“Yes, your little game is full of tragedies, isn’t it? So many innocent lives taken because one man has decided to play god,” L hums and rests his thumb in his mouth. “Matt would just be another casualty, wouldn’t he?”
“He shouldn’t be,” Nate grumbles. L simply smiles at the boy.
“I believe Nate’s solution is just, yes? If Matt dies, so does Mello.”
“I guess,” Mihael huffs. “Fine, they can both go.”
“Good. Now, is everything settled, or is Nate going to have to tell me about his new boyfriend?” L teases. Nate’s eyes narrow further.
“We’re good, thank you father.”
“I'm only kidding, Nate,” L smirks and ruffles Nate’s hair before he stands up and leaves the room.
L sits back on the couch and rests his laptop back on his knees, immediately beginning to tap away at it again. Light smiles softly at him as L takes a seat beside him. L’s body relaxes a bit as he leans his head on Light’s shoulder.
“I’m glad those two finally made a friend,” L says. Light rests his head on top of L’s. The younger nods, his cheek brushing against L’s wild, jet black hair as he does so.
“Mhm. They’ve finally found someone else as strange as they are,” Light muses. L chuckles and Light kisses the top of his head.
“Speaking of strange, Nate seems to be very fond of their new friend,” L comments, recounting the conversation he had earlier with Mihael and Nate.
“Really? That’s good. You know Nate doesn’t usually get along with other kids,” Light hums with content.
“It is good, but I have reason to believe that he’s very fond of their new friend, if Mihael’s wording was anything to go by.” That gets Light’s attention. His eyes widen for a moment before he moves his head up, now looking down at L.
“What do you mean by that?”
“I believe that Nate has developed his first crush,” L explains like it’s simple and not Earth shattering. Light blinks.
“Are-are you sure that that’s the case?” Light sputters. L simply shrugs.
“I’ve had no verbal confirmation from Nate himself, but Mihael has been referring to the boy as Nate’s boyfriend despite Nate’s own persistent denial of the label.” Light wonders how his husband can stay so calm and collected at this newfound discovery.
“Oh. I see,” Light purses his lips. “Do you think that we should ask him about it? I mean, for a kid like Nate, it’d be hard for him to express his feelings about that, right? Maybe we should talk to him about it to, at the very least, get him to acknowledge his feelings,” the brunette rambles. L removes one of his hands from his laptop and places it on top of Light’s, gently brushing his thumb over Light’s fingers.
“He’ll tell us when he’s ready,” L says, now face to face with Light. “But, don’t let me stop you from doing your own research,” L grins. “It’d be nice to get some substantial evidence to back up my claim, after all.” Light can’t help but grin at that.
Later that night, Light goes to tuck his kids into bed. He goes over to Mihael’s room first and pulls the blanket over his son, tucking it underneath his chin. Light brushes Mihael’s golden blonde hair away from his face before he kisses his forehead and wishes him goodnight. Mihael smiles and wishes his father goodnight as well. Light smiles back at him before he turns off the light and gently shuts the door to Mihael’s room. Light then makes his way across the hall to Near’s room. He gently opens the door and spots Nate cleaning up his toys. If the white haired boy knows that Light is in his room, he makes no effort to show it. Light says nothing as well and simply helps the boy organize and clean up his toys.
“You sure do have a lot of toys,” Light muses, setting Nate’s set of dice on his desk beside a box of matches. “I wonder when your father and I bought you this many.”
“You never throw any out,” Nate answers, not bothering to look up from his area.
“I don’t see any reason to,” Light shrugs. “You take good care of them, Nate. Sometimes I forget you have this many until I’m the one that has to clean them up.” He smiles. Even though he doesn’t look up at Light, Nate smiles as well. After putting everything away, Light turns back to face Nate who is staring wistfully at two little figures in his hands. Light isn’t quite sure who they are. Even as he goes to sit on the edge of Nate’s bed and stares down at the figures, he can’t really tell who they’re supposed to be. “So, are you going to tell me about your new friend, Nate?” Light asks. Nate doesn’t reply immediately, but Light makes note of the way the boy freezes momentarily.
“What do you want to know?” he fires back, continuing to stare at the figures in his hands. Light chuckles.
“Well, what I really want to know right now is who those figures in your hand are supposed to be.” Nate turns around and places the figures in the palms of Light’s hands. He points to the figure in Light’s left hand. It has white hair and is dressed in all white as well.
“That’s my character, Near. He’s one of L’s successors and is trying to catch Kira. He runs the SPK.” Light looks at the boy oddly before Nate speaks up again. “The Special Provision for Kira,” he elaborates. Light simply nods even though he’s not entirely sure what that means, or why a special provision has even been involved. He assumes that either L or his kids will tell him about it at another point in time.
“And who’s this?” Light asks, gesturing to the figure in his right hand.
“That’s Matt. He’s Mail’s character.”
“Mail,” Light repeats. “Your friend, right?” Nate nods.
“He’s friends with Mihael’s character, Mello, and they’re working together to try and catch Kira.”
“Huh.” Light looks down at the two figures. Matt’s is very obviously taken care of. The paint job is clean, just slightly above the paint job of Nate’s own figure. Light concludes that Nate obviously cares a lot about Mail and, as a result, both his character and the figure of it. He hands them back to Nate. “So, why aren’t they working with you?”
“Near and Mello went to this orphanage slash school where they prepare kids to be the next L. They’re rivals because Near always does better than Mello in everything, but Near doesn’t really care about that, and is willing to work together with him. Mello is not, obviously.” Light nods.
“Right.” Light purses his lips. “So, about Mail.”
“Yes, about Mail.” Nate nods. The white haired boy sits down on the floor and pulls the box of figures out from underneath his bed.
“He seems like a nice kid.” Light smiles softly, trying to ease Nate into the conversation. If he plays his cards right, he can steer Nate into revealing how he feels about Mail. Nate nods.
“He is. He can handle Mihael, which is a feat on its own.” Light chuckles at this.
“Yeah? I’m impressed.” Light watches as Nate’s lips twitch just the slightest bit. He’s finally getting somewhere. Light holds back a knowing smile.
“As am I. Mail seems like the kind of person to be annoyed by his antics, and yet he is not,” Nate says as he carefully puts the two figures in his hands back into the figurine filled box.
“What about your antics? Can he handle those too?” Light asks with a slight grin. Nate shakes his head and slides the box back under his bed.
“I don’t have any antics,” Nate counters.
“Of course you have antics. Maybe not as bad as Mihael’s, but you have them.” Light chuckles softly. “The way you sit, your seemingly apathetic behavior, your interest in telling stories and using toys to play them out.” For some reason, this causes Nate to frown slightly. Light immediately catches the shift in the boy’s face.
“I see. I didn’t think I exhibited any strange behaviors,” Nate mumbles to himself.
“Does that upset you?” Light asks.
“Somewhat,” Nate admits dryly. “I never thought it was a problem, but now I feel as though it may be. I don’t want Mail to feel like he has to deal with, or put up, with me.” Light’s smile widens, he’s finally found an in.
“I’m sure Mail isn’t that kind of person.” Light shakes his head and pats the spot on the bed beside him. Nate climbs up onto the bed and sits down on the edge beside Light. “He doesn’t sound like the judgemental type, Nate.”
“He isn’t, and I appreciate that about him.” Nate nods. “He’s very understanding, and he doesn’t shy away from me like the other children do.”
“Well, something about the way you talk about him makes it seem like he’s not like the other children,” Light muses as he watches Nate’s lips twitch into that small, yet soft, smile again.
“No,” Nate says softly, “No he is not. But that’s okay. I like him the way he is.”
“Is that so?” Nate nods in response. Light is winning now, and he knows it. And, whether Nate knows it or not, he’s opening up.
“Of course, Mail is not without his own strange behaviors, but it’s what makes him Mail.” Nate is smiling wider now, and Light can feel his heart clenching at the sight. “He makes me feel normal, and I don’t know if I like that or not.”
“What do you mean by normal?” Light asks, even though he already knows just what Nate means.
“I don’t know. I’m not sure how to describe it, really. It sort of feels like I’m having a heart attack whenever I see his face. Or maybe it’s just him, I’m not sure.” Nate curls his legs up to his chest. “He makes me smile and laugh, and he doesn’t leave me out. He makes me feel-” Nate is quick to cut himself off. Light is in a tricky place now. If he pushes Nate, he could retract and take back everything, destroying all of Light’s progress. If not that, he could just shut down, say forget about it and then go to bed, which would also be a loss. So, instead, Light stays silent. He gazes at Nate with a reassuring look, trying to reinforce the fact that he’s here for him. Nate sighs. “He makes me feel wanted.”
“Yeah?” Light is smiling now, soft and reassuring. Nate simply nods his head. “It sounds like you like the kid,” Light tries. He needs verbal confirmation from the boy for both his and L’s sake. “Am I right in that assumption?”
“Of course I like Mail, he’s my friend,” Nate is quick to fire back at him.
“I don’t mean it like that,” Light says, shaking his head with slight laughter. “You know what I mean, Nate. Don’t lie to me.”
“Well I-” Nate cuts himself off again as he meets Light’s intense gaze. The boy is nervous, and, even though he does not show it outwardly, Light knows this. “Maybe I do. Just a little bit.” Light grins at this. Finally, victory.
“You do, do you?” Light teases as Nate rolls his eyes.
“Perhaps.” Nate sighs again. “Perhaps I enjoy his company the way you enjoy father’s,” Nate mutters. Light thinks about how he and L were sitting together on the couch a few hours ago and smiles. He hums, seemingly satisfied with that answer.
“I think that’s great, Nate.” Light gets off the bed and pats Nate’s pillow. “Now let’s get you to bed.” Nate obliges and scoots up to rest his head on the pillow. Light pulls the blanket over him and kisses his forehead. “Goodnight, Nate.”
“Goodnight.”
When Light returns to his and L’s bedroom, L immediately makes note of the satisfied and victorious grin on his husband’s face. L can’t help but smile back at him.
“I take it the conversation went well.”
“Mhm.” Light slinks into the right side of the bed beside L.
“And I take it that you have the evidence to back up my claim?” L muses as he turns his head to face Light.
“That I do.” Light nods. “Nate has given me verbal confirmation that he likes Mail. He said, and I quote, I enjoy his company the way you enjoy father’s,” Light repeats smugly. L laughs for a moment.
“Well, I can’t speak for you, but I most definitely do not enjoy your company.” the noirette chuckles. Light pouts.
“Hey, that’s not very nice, L.”
“You love me for it anyways.” L smiles before he presses a kiss to Light’s forehead. “Ah, also, speaking of company, Nate and Mihael’s school is having a day where parents go in and see what they’re working on.”
“I see,” Light hums. “Will you be able to go with me?” L tilts his head to one side as he brings his forefinger to rest on his bottom lip.
“I think I can take a day off of working on the case to see Nate’s little crush.” L smirks, his lips curving under the pad of his finger. Light’s face shifts with a look that matches L’s own devious one.
“That sounds like a great idea to me.”