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“I’m hitting the gym, would you wanna come with?”

“Why?”

You pause in your steps, turning back to look at your boyfriend who had been sitting quietly in his chair, knees to his chin while his thumb pressed gently against his lip.

Perhaps not the right person to ask…at least you think? You’d never really seen L work out, and that was understandable due to his occupation—but it was a Saturday, and you knew he had nowhere to be.

“To stay fit?” You chuckled, walking back over to his hunched over figure. The blue light reflected in his eyes, highlighting the bags beneath them and his pale skin color.

“Hm.”

You hesitate for a moment before leaning down to place your chin on top of his shoulder, your lips close to his skin.

“Come on, why don’t you come? It won’t hurt. Besides you’ll make for great company.” You give his cheek a quick kiss as a little…persuasion.

“Please?”

“I wasn’t asking earlier why you would go to a gym…I was questioning why you would go to a public one? Hundreds of people enter in and out, it’s plain unsanitary.”

You almost laugh at his response, but when he tilts his head to look at you, you give him a confused look. “What do you mean public? You’re acting like you have your own private one.”

“..I do.”

You lift yourself back up, standing straight.

“What!? I didn’t know this—When did you work out so frequently you had your own gym?”

“Regularly. I didn’t think it was important..”

He slowly ascended from his chair, towering over you as he scratched his ankle with his other foot.

“You knew I went almost every week, how come it didn’t make itself relevant then?” When he stayed silent you didn’t even bother scolding him…

“Come on let’s go there then! I wanna see!”

“If you insist…”

Oh and you insisted greatly. Fortunately for you, you were stubborner than even the smartest detective in the world, and when you arrived? You could barely contain your excitement.

“How could you have been hiding this from me!” You squealed, running around the space like a little kid. Different kinds of machines littered the room, and mirrors decorated the walls. It was perfect! No more randoms checking you out or judging you, no more experiencing the feeling of being watched, and of course, L was just a bonus.

“I didn’t know it would provoke this much excitement from you.” He murmured, walking towards you—your body practically vibrating.

“It’s a dream! Absolutely no more anxiety—how is this not a safe haven for you?”

You barely even gave him a chance to answer your own question before you bounced over to the bench lift, immediately positioning yourself. “Wait, wait—spot me here first!” You giggled, smiling as you watched him add weights onto the machine. You should’ve asked him to go to the gym with you months ago, maybe you would’ve been here sooner…

“Ehm, L? Are you ready?”

“One moment.” You heard the sound of clothes shifting yet paid no mind, focusing on the weight you were easily going to lift! A little flaunting never hurt anyone… Maybe he’d be impressed!

“Ready.”

“Okay!”

Your hands slowly wrapped around the bar, struggling in the beginning just a bit before successfully lifting it! Your mistake however came when it was time to bring it back down. Literally.

You were shaking ever so slightly, and L noticed immediately—not missing a beat to quickly reach out and help.

Now, what you expected from L physique wise was a pretty lean yet still athletic build. Not huge biceps!! You almost dropped the bar completely when they came into your line of vision—was he shirtless!?

He immediately lifted the bar back into place, but you—once again—didn’t allow him to speak.

“How many secrets are you keeping from me!?” You exclaim, getting to your feet and turning around to be met with a body you seriously couldn’t believe belonged to your boyfriend.

“What!?” You squeaked once more, placing your palms against his torso. Rock solid.

You felt your face begin to heat up—and you could’ve sworn her was flexing!? How dare he!? In a predicament like this!?!

“Why are you?—How did you do that!?”

“I feel hurt you’re so surprised.” He replied, the sly little smile on his lips not going unnoticed.

You squeezed his sides as if you were inspecting him, trailing your hands over his body like he was a shiny new ken doll. His muscles were prominent—how could you not notice?

“How long are you going to continue?…”

“Shut up, I know you’re enjoying it.” You grumbled beneath your breath, going in for a hug just to feel him. “Wrap your arms around me. Tight.”

A pause.

“I-it’s for a test!”

With faux annoyance his arms slowly encircled you, squeezing your waist almost mercilessly. It hurt. In such an amazing way. You wouldn’t mind seeing the light if it was the cause of his arms…

You sighed into his neck, giving the side of it a quick peck before deflating entirely. Pure relaxation.

“You need to walk around shirtless more often…”