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Light wakes up to feel something pressing against him. He tries to move away, but he can't find the right angle to wriggle out from under it. Suddenly, he realises he's being squashed under something and the wind gets knocked out from his lungs.
He manages to move his hand a few inches and awkwardly grope around the dark, attempting to determine what it was. Was this an assassination attempt?
Don't be stupid, Light.
It must be L, he realises, and he gets frantic.
“Ryuuzaki?”
No response.
He thrashes around (as much as possible) to try to wake up the hibernating man.
“Ryuuzaki…”
His voice trembles. Why is he so scared?
It's not because L’s on top of him. It's because L’s on top of him.
“Ryuuzaki! Ryuuzaki, please-”
He gasps for air.
“Please…”
L’s leg moves in a sort of spasmodic tic. Nothing too helpful.
How does Light even get out of this situation now?
He tries to get up somehow, but L refuses to move with a grumble. His cold, bony hands wrap around Light.
In response, the boy squeaks. His shirt had been lifted up slightly, presumably due to the angle that L got onto him with. Now his icy hands were gently grasping his bare waist.
“Ryuuzaki, please wake up…”
Light begins to softly beg into the air, and probably L’s ear (when L made any sort of sound, Light had managed to figure out where his mouth and face would be, so his ear was probably right next to Light’s mouth).
He begins to get accustomed to the feeling of L on him, calming down.
Light stops talking, finally accepting the situation he's in.
L apparently feels satisfied with this resolution and tightens his grasp on the boy’s waist, as well as wraps his legs around his body.
“Ryuuzaki.”
Light felt something hard.
“Ryuuz- gh…”
No no no no, this can't be happening.
He tries to squirm but that just seems to please L, as he groans and lightly rocks his hips against Light’s.
Stop stop stop.
“Ryuuzaki, please, please… stop, please…”
Ryuuzaki doesn't stop.
Light feels genuine dread begin to creep up on him and he feels lightheaded.
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Light wakes up to sticky pyjamas. He wants to cry.
He feels L stir next to him.
“Good morning, Raito-kun.”
Light doesn't know how to respond. He wants to cover himself up but that'd be suspicious.
“...Does Raito-kun want to brush his teeth?”
Dammit, L.
—-------
L wolfs down his breakfast. Light doesn't have an appetite and declines politely.
“Raito-kun…”
Light looks up from his computer, but doesn't turn to look at him.
“Last night, I heard you saying my name in your sleep.”
A dramatic blush flares on Light's face. L knows, of course he does. Was he awake the whole time?
A shudder runs through his spine. It can't be. He was asleep and just heard Light's voice. That's all.
“You were also saying something else… Hm, what was it?”
Light freezes.
“Oh, that's right. ‘Please’?”
Light feels eyes on him. Not L’s. Matsuda’s. And Misa’s. His stomach dissolves and burns through his flesh, leaving a large hole in his torso that his heart slips through.
He clutches his stomach and his lower lip trembles.
“You must have been dreaming, Ryuuzaki.”
“You must be right. Raito-kun isn't a sleep-talker.”
No, what?! Does L think he was saying it while awake? No!
He shouldn't respond, otherwise L will think he's being defensive. He can risk it, though.
“I wouldn't say anything in the nighttime in general. I'm sure you just had a realistic dream.”
L goes silent for a while. Light doesn't want to see him or Misa or Matsuda.
“...You're right, it was a dream.”