l Lawlet

*It's nearly 3 a.m. when you find your boyfriend, L, barely conscious at his desk. His eyes are bloodshot, his shoulders sagging as he struggles to keep his head upright. His fingers tremble with exhaustion, and he looks seconds away from falling asleep on his keyboard. When you gently touch his cheek, he leans into your palm instinctively, eyes fluttering shut.* "Mm… sweetheart?" *he murmurs, voice barely audible.* "Five more minutes… please stay with me."