Hello readers! In case you didn't know, I love L and loath Light entirely :) However, their relationship always interested me...I always hoped they'd have a bromance! Anyway, these short stories will basically be oneshots, each being a different scenario. Please leave any suggestions you have for this story, or any suggestions for a scenario! Enjoy!

Scenario: If L met one of his fangirls.

L stood there at his favorite coffee shop, the customers giving him weird looks because he was handcuffed to Light. What could he do about it? He wanted to catch Kira. And he knew, he knew, Light was Kira.

"So, Light, I can't help but notice you're not eating. Do you not like pound cake?"

"No, I'm just not hungry."

"Oh come now. Here, just have a bite." L reached across the table to feed him.

"No, stop it people are looking." Light batted his kindness away like happiness from a baby.

"The only reason they'd be looking is because you're not eating your pound cake. It's a mystery that even stumps me." L pressed the cake up to Lights lips, poking him.

Then, out of nowhere, there was a shriek coming from the table across from them. A young girl ran up to the table, shaking with excitement.

"Oh my gosh!" she shrieked, "L! Light! Isn't this adorable!"

"What?" Light stammered.

"How many times have you guys gone out? Oh my gosh you're such a romantic L, I had no idea!"

"What are you talking about? Light here is not my date, he's a suspect."

"So Light, do you ever get mad at L for never using bag cream? You know, for his eyes."

"Hey!"

"Or how about the way he's a pervert?"

"I'm a pervert?"

"So Light, is L a good kisser?"

"WHAT?!" Light screamed.

"Where's the logic in kissing Light?" L asked, "It wouldn't solve the case, or his manipulating problem."

"Manipulating problem?!"

"Aww, your first argument!"

"This is NOT our first argument!" Light corrected her, you know being the arrogant snob he was.

"So when are you guys gonna get married? What about kids? How about—"

"I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name," Light said coolly, "How do you spell it?"