Hit The Road, Not Your (Boy?)Friend.

When Light finally crawled into bed at midnight, an hour behind his usual schedule (oh, god, he hated when things were behind his usual schedule), he was royally pissed the fuck off.First of all, he had a fucking fifteen minute shower before L banged on the bathroom door to ask him for the hairdryer. And then banged on the bathroom door again to ask when he could come in to brush his teeth and if Light was naked, both questions Light dearly wanted to say no to but clearly could not.Second of all, L was terrible at keeping his belongings all to himself. Not in the nice, traditional way of oh, I’ll share this with you, but oh, I’ll dump my mess all on your side, which was exactly what he did and now L’s shirts were scattered on the floor around Light’s bed, vaguely resembling some sort of demon exorcism ritual, except with shirts instead of candles.And the last reason of all, Light could not fucking sleep.----Alternatively, a road trip, starring Light and L. You can imagine how well that would go.