#hisgame

𝘀𝗵𝗲  𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀𝗻'𝘁  𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻  𝘁𝗼  𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝗲,  hand  to  god--  but  there's  no  way  they  can  be  comfortable  like  that,  right?  well,  only  one  way  to  find  out,  ❝  n'eh..  l-san,  we've  been  sitting  here  for  a  good  while.  i  need  to  stretch  my  legs,  don't  you?  ❞

unprompted asks // always accepting!!

Sleep isn't something that comes naturally to either of them for a multitude of reasons. For one, they're either too busy with their respective caseloads to sleep. Secondly, they're also busy helping their junior siblings out with their own studies when time permits them the rare chance to do so. Thirdly, it tends to be chalked up to the old idiom—justice never sleeps, so neither do they.

However, they are still human at the end of the day, no matter how much they may believe otherwise.

So, when sleep comes, they'd be fools to not take the opportunity to recharge so that they can work at their best for the world still has need of their talents.

This particular bout of sleep was sorely needed by A, due to how she has yet to wake up even though she's been sleeping for well over ten hours at this point. Though, before this, she was already pushing four days without sleep, so suffice to say, it's best to let her rest until she feels like waking up so that she's back to her sharp-witted self when she opens those eyes of hers.

A few more hours pass by of blissful uninterrupted sleep, however, and it's only when she feels L's lips on her forehead that her eyes flutter open, which causes a light groan to pass their lips and her to stretch a little, hearing her joints pop in protest for being idle for so long.

It's always a welcome surprise when L returns from a case. The younger siblings are always excited to see them and the mood in Wammy's is instantly elevated, more than it is already. For A, she's rotated with the senior successors to keep watch over their juniors and provide assistance with anything they may need. Since it's not their turn, they've retired to their room for the time being to catch up on some assignments that have been asked of her.

Rarely, if ever, can her concentration be broken due to the amount of focus she pours forth into her work. However, her gaze lands first on the box that's placed on her desk before wandering upward to L. A genuine, albeit tiny smile is given towards them and she offers the adjacent chair for them to sit down next to her.

❝Thank you for thinking of me, L. How did you fare while you were in the States?❞ There's a small wink at the end of her question, as if to silently say that she'll keep this a secret between them. Her work is temporarily forgotten for the time being while she opens a drawer in her desk, placing one of many flavors of Lucky Charge in front of them for L to choose from.

Gently, her hands cradle the gift box, fingers lightly playing with that golden bow that adorns the box, her eyes softening at the simple gesture of a gift from them. Her mind is already racing at what the possibilities this box could contain, but maybe it's better to stop guessing and open it already.

anyway i’m crying thank you for this. ilysm ♥