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It was after hours, and Mogi was, somewhat bashfully, showing off to L, Light, and Matsuda—the only three still presently in the building—his cooking skills. Mogi was, actually, quite a good cook; he had apparently minored in the culinary arts in college and had considered becoming a chef before joining the police force.

L, of all people, actually seemed to be participating in the demo the most of everyone, despite how probable it was that he wasn't going to eat the fish he was preparing.

Matsuda and Light observed as L and Mogi chopped, sliced, and diced the fish. Then, with a sudden motion, L hissed and dropped the knife.

"What's wrong, Ryuzaki?" Matsuda asked.

"Nothing, I just cut myself with the knife."

He held up the hand, inspecting the damage. It wasn't too bad—just a small gash on the side of his hand—but it would need to be washed and tended to.

"I told you not to hold the knife with two fingers," Mogi muttered, and L pointedly ignored him.

Matsuda took a few steps forward and hesitantly took L by the hand. The younger man stared at him intently, but Matsuda paid it no mind as he wordlessly led him to the sink. Holding his arm by the wrist, Matsuda ran cold water over L's wound.

"N-next time, you should be more careful," Matsuda said, nervously.

Oh god, I am so bad at writing fluff, which is exactly why I've decided to write this fluffy drabble sequence. With any luck, the drabbles will improve with each chapter. There are a planned 25 chapters total.

Have you heard the newest myth on fanfiction? That reviewing fanfic will grant you with magical powers? You'd better try it out, just to be sure. Hope you enjoyed!

~Ratt Kazamata, 4/11/2012