WARNING: slight mature content

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"Pleeeeease (y/n)? It would be so fun!"

"No. I'm not going to do any modelling jobs."

You say as you cross your arms, and Misa pouts in response.

"Don't knock it till you try it! I promise you won't regret it!"

She coos as she puts her hands behind her back.

"....ugh....fine. I'll do it. Only because you won't stop asking though."

You huff, and she squeals happily in response.

"Yay!~Now, let's go now, I have a job lined up for today that I think you'll be perfect for!"

She smiles as she takes your hands, soon dragging you out of her floor in the task force building and down the elevator.

"And just Where are you two going?"

L immediately asks as you walk towards the door, and misa spins on her heel as she innocently smiles.

"Shopping. We needed a girls day."

She coos, and the detective sighs as he spins slightly toward you, cake in hand.

"I can tell you're lying Misa, and it raised your chance of being the second Kira up to 5.7%. But...Have...fun, I suppose. (y/n), I trust you to keep an eye on her."

He says as he turns away, giving you a sideways glance before moving his deep grey eyes back to the screens. You were about to say that you actually didn't want to go, but you were dragged out by the petit blonde before you can say any words of protest.

After a small amount of travel while Misa did not stop gushing about how much fun you two would have, you finally get to your destination. Cameras and lights everywhere. Plenty of pretty clothes racked up off to the side, plus a huge makeup and hair area tucked in the corner. In awe for a few moments, you let your eyes wander around until they catch the set, making your stomach twist suddenly.

The gorgeous velvet sofas And copious amounts of cameras isn't what concerned you. Over to the side, there were racks of lace lingerie and sheer fur bordered dressing gowns, plus a box of....gem incrusted handcuffs and other....items...off to the side.

"M-Misa...Why didn't you tell me we would be modelling for this in particular...?"

You stammer as you look at the red and black lace lingerie, and she places her finger to her cherry red lips before frowning slightly.

"Well, it seems there has been a change in schedule. Today was supposed to be swimwear...But..."

"Ah-SWIMWEAR ISNT ANY BETTER!"

You yell as you fell your cheeks become hot.

"Oh tut tut (y/n). This will be more fun anyways."

She beams, and you feel yourself sink down as your cheeks burn.

"Do I have to...?"

You stammer, just wanting to disappear. She then gives you puppy eyes, and after a few moments, you sigh and give in.

"..ugh..fine. I'll do it."

You huff as you grab a random set of lacies off the rack, walking boldly over to the changing rooms. After a little while, you were finished getting into the little ensemble, but the actual mental preparation took a lot longer.

But nevertheless, you finally step out, feeling basically naked in front of a whole photo shoot crew.

"Ahh! You look so cute (y/n)!!"

Misa squeals as you quickly put on a small sheer dressing gown over your lace lingerie to at least try and cover up a little.

"U-I'm...thanks."

You stammer, covering yourself a little as you look towards the lighting and cameras that we're ready to go.

"Don't worry, you'll be a natural."

She whispers as she walks towards a dressing room, and you slowly make your way towards the photographers as your heart races. Guess there wasn't any backing out now. After your makeup gets done with simple red lipstick and sparkly winged eyeliner, you're ushered out in front of the cameras where there were small props in place.

"T-these photos...t-they aren't for any...um...you know, those sorts of magazines, right?"

You awkwardly ask as you sit down on one of the small elegant red sofas in the centre of the space.

"Oh no darling. These are mostly for ads. I mean, they might show up in those magazines if you're good, and they pay for the rights to the photos..."

The photographer trails off as they focus the camera, making you swallow hard.

"Now, no more questions. Lie down and pose for me."

They say, and you slowly do so as your heart starts pounding. What if you ended up in some sleezy magazine? What if people you knew found out...?

"My my...She's a natural."

They whisper, focusing the camera a bit more while your thoughts trail off.

After the first few photos, you figured it wasn't so bad, and you actually did get used to it. And you hated to admit, you were having some fun.

Though it certainly was awkward posing with those handcuffs or occasionally something a little more provocative, it was certainly an interesting experience nonetheless.

And basically as soon as you started, it was over.

"Alright, that's a wrap. You did wonderfully girls. Go ahead and get changed."

The photographer says while they shut off some of the lights, and you waltz over to the changing room, quite happy to be getting back in your regular and comfortable clothing.

"Well~? Didn't you have fun?"

Misa teases when you both leave the building into the cold snowy day outside, heading towards the train station.

"I guess..."

You mumble as you pay for your ticket, pulling your scarf up over your nose. She then squeals a little, and hugs your arm.

"I'm so glad!"

She squeaks as you get on the train, headed back to the Task Force building. When you do get back, you politely greet everyone and sit down, getting back to work like nothing at all out of the ordinary happened.

A few weeks after you did the photo shoot, you had actually almost forgotten completely about it. That was until you were casually in the supermarket one day shopping for groceries, and you find yourself wandering into the magazine section, skimming your eyes over the various covers.

Right before you were about to grab something to read on the way home, your eye catches one particular paperback that made your heart stop.

You shiver as you see your image on the front cover of a playboy magazine in the more mature section off to the side, obviously with a few copies missing. You also could easily tell it was yourself because of your small wrist tattoo that you had, and you just think about what would happen if anybody found out about this.

"Why in the hell did I agree to that...."

You mutter as you pick up a copy, leafing through it as you see all the photos of yourself in various risqué poses. Immediately putting it back down, you put another magazine in front of it to try and hide yours just a little. You swore, that was the first and last time you would do any sort of modelling.

"What's done is done I suppose..."

You mumble before you walk up to the till, just hoping nobody important would realize it was you.

...Boy were you wrong.

The next week at work, everything was completely normal. You were silently going through various reports, taking notes on anything pointing to Kira to write up a formal review later.

After a little more silence only broken by the tapping of a keyboard or the scratching of a pencil, you see L look around before he frowns, his eyes eventually tracing over to you.

"(y/n), if you would be so kind, I seem to have left my bag of gummy bears on my floor. Could you go get it for me?"

He asks, and you sigh as you stand up, slightly happy that he asked. You found yourself to be needing a break.

"They are right there. It won't be hard to find them. You're not doing anything imperative at the moment."

You sigh as you stretch, and you get up from your chair and start walking after you were given the keys.

"Sure. Why not."

You say as you start to venture up the stairs, honestly kind of excited to be seeing L's room. You knew there wouldn't be any cameras in there. Why would there be? It was the perfect opportunity to go snooping around. Once you get there and open up the doorway at the end of the hall on the top floor, you immediately see that he obviously kept the top floor penthouse for himself. There was large windows that overlooked the city and stretched all the way to the high ceiling, and across from that another interface of surveillance footage. There were tapes piled up all around the screens, surrounding the velvet red chair that he always sat in. Upon looking around more, you see a nice kitchen with a plain silver fridge in a semi separate room, probably chalk full of cakes and other sweets, and the bag of gummies he asked for on the counter. You were about to go grab it, but an urge to snoop around washed over you. You suppose one small look around wouldn't hurt. You then turn on your heel towards an open door down a nice little hallway, and you poke your head in to see a simple bedroom, with a plain but large bed that looked like it wasn't used that much tucked in the corner. A desk with a small thin laptop sat on it was in the opposite corner of the room, coupled with a wide bookshelf that was filled in a disorderly fashion. There was a small dresser with a lamp on it alone against one of the walls, with two of the drawers left open to reveal one of them being filled with blue jeans, and the other with white shirts.

"Wow...decisions decisions..."

You whisper as you let yourself wander to the bookshelf, looking on the lowest shelf to see a few from one of your favourite series.

"Whoa, I didn't know that L would be into-"

You start to say as you begin to pull one of them out, but your sentence is cut short by a magazine that fell out from in between the top of the books and the next shelf.

"Whoops."

You mumble as you pick it up to put it back, but freeze before you shove it in it's assigned spot. You swore you recognized the cover a little too much. Slowly pulling it out again as you swallow hard, you look at it as your heart drops to your stomach.

It was the same one you saw in the store a few days ago. And not just anybody had it. Your boss had it. With your heart now thumping, you jam it back in and quickly get up, dusting yourself off before racing into the living room, snatching up the gummies before exiting L's space. There was no doubt he would know that was you. There were even photos with your face in them. Feeling absolutely mortified, you click the elevator button as you try and wipe it from your memory.

Once you got on the main floor again, you quickly place the gummies down in front of L, and he thanks you before going into the bag, meticulously and casually picking out all the strawberry flavoured ones. After a little bit, he glances over, tilting his head as he notices how uncomfortable you seem to be.

"(y/n)? How come your acting strangely? Are you upset I'm the only one with the candy?Would you like some?"

He asks as he angles the bag towards you, and you hold your hand up as you shake your head.

"T-thank you, but I'm good."

You stammer as you attempt to stay calm, trying not to imagine why he had your magazine, or what he had it for. He tilts his head as he looks at you, and he then shrugs as he turns towards the screens and places his thumb to his lips, squishing a yellow bear in his fingers as he occasionally glances your way. Soon enough after looking at your pink cheeks a few times, his eyes widen as it clicks, and he drops the gummy and covers his mouth as he darts his gaze towards you only for a second.

"I didn't...leave that out did I...?"

He whispers, only just loud enough for you to hear. After just a second or two, he clears his throat as he looks towards you, his cheeks beginning to collect a pink shade.

"U-um, (y/n), you didn't happen upon anything...peculiar while on my floor did you?"

He asks, putting the jelly candies down as his deep eyes bore into yours.

"N-no, why would you ask?"

You say, and you see the panic behind his stoic expression. As soon as you stammer your excuse, his cheeks become darker as his shoulders sink.

"Y-You really shouldn't have been sneaking around you know."

He says as he covers his face, a prominent amount of embarrassment in his tone.

"I-I know, and I'm sorry...it was a mistake, it fell out of the shelf wh-"

"I don't care how you found it. The point is you deliberately invaded my privacy and went looking around in places where you had no business."

He almost snaps at you, causing you to jump backwards, then pull your eyebrows together in a small frown.

"Well what about me huh? I know that you know that those pictures are of me."

You shoot back, and his cheeks turn darker as he falls silent.

"T-they...I-I...They are?"

He asks after swallowing hard.

"Don't try and play dumb with me. You're the worlds best detective. Of course you would know."

You say as you cross your arms, and he turns back around as he covers his mouth.

"I...I can explain."

He stammers, and you lean back on your chair as you wrap your arms around the back of your neck.

"You don't have to. I already sorta know why you have it."

You state as you look towards the screens, and in response L clamps his hand over his mouth as his cheeks turn to a deep rose colour.

"Y-you do?"

"Are you serious? It's a girly magazine. They really are only for one thing."

You respond, oddly calm about the situation. L is just silent.

"So...Why di-actually, Never mind."

You begin, but stop yourself before you say something you'll regret.

"Because I saw you on the cover..."

He almost whispers, and your heart starts hammering in your ears.

"This really is humiliating...."

He eventually sighs, rubbing his eyes before turning back to you.

"M-maybe I should just go to a separate room for awhile?"

You ask, and he looks up before nodding, still seeming embarrassed beyond comprehension.

"That may be best right now. If you have any concerns later tonight I'll be on my floor."

He mumbles, returning to work quickly. It's not like you really cared that he had the magazine you were in, but you knew how awkward it must've been for him when he realized you knew. Plus, it wasn't just any old magazine, after all.

A few hours into the night, you finally finish going through all the reports you were given, and you stretch as you collect them up and exit your room, planning on going over to L's to check if they were done right. He was annoyingly meticulous about exactly how you filed them, and you had messed up more than a few times.

And he made you redo them. All of them.

"L? I was just wondering how you want me to file these reports. I don't want to mess up and have to do them again like last time."

You begin once you get there, opening the door to his room while you momentarily glance up from your papers. You then see the detective look over quickly from the couch and fumble a little, swiftly seeming to be hiding something.

"I-It doesn't matter. File them however you see fit."

He replies extremely quickly, making you raise an eyebrow as you smirk.

"That doesn't sound like you."

You slyly say as you walk over, your small heels klick klacking on the hardwood floors while you approach.

"Can you wait until later please? I'm very busy at the moment."

He attempts to say, but you shake your head, stopping before him and putting the neat stack of papers down.

"Tsk tsk...couldn't wait till after work could you?"

You tease, putting your hand under the blanket on the couch and pulling out the magazine, waving it in front of his nose.

"(y-y/n)...I-I..."

Before he has any time to say anything, you lean in slightly closer, making him silent. His deep eyes were filled with panic, and yours were sharp, but somehow still calm.

"You know... If you wanted to see the real deal, all you had to do was say so. There really isn't any need to be secretive."

You smile, just to see his reaction. You see him tense as his cheeks immediately darken, and you snicker in response.

"But whatever I suppose. Enjoy the rest of your evening. Reports are done and right there, tell me how to file them tomorrow."

You sweetly chirp as you back away, as if nothing at all happened. You then turn on your heel to get back to your own room, and he grabs your wrist before you can get any farther away.

"Hold on one second Miss (l/n)."

He says as he pulls you back a bit, causing you to move your gaze over.

"As your boss, I am inclined to say whether you can leave work just yet."

He continues, and you raise your eyebrows.

"Oh? Is that so?"

You reply, and he pulls your wrist down so you were basically nose to nose.

"Yes. It is."

"Well, what would you like me to do then, boss?"

You hum, and he spends a second in silence before looking up.

"You suggested it yourself."

He mutters, and you feel your own face heating.

"Alright. I can't refuse my employer after all."

You say quietly, unbuttoning your shirt slowly.

After a little while, things began to get sort of heated, and well...you probably could guess the rest. You wound up in a different room, to put it in a very non descriptive way.

But...He really was adorable when he was so venerable, especially after being such a "powerful boss". Or when he had no idea what he was actually doing.

~♡~