Curate, connect, and discover
Imagine you go to L's hotel room to help him with a case. Watari lets you in and informs you that he's heading out but L will just be a few minutes, so you sit and wait for the detective to show up.
You zone out until you hear L's dulcet, "Oh, hello..." from behind, so you turn and he's there.
Fresh from the shower, hair tousled and still damp, beads of water running down his chest. And dear god, the fluffy white towel wrapped beneath his hips is slung so so low. Your eyes are immediately drawn down the dark trail of hair running from his navel and disappearing beneath the hem.
"Did Watari already leave?" L asks, scratching the back of his head and revealing the soft, damp patch of black fluff covering his armpit.
"Mhm..."
"That's unfortunate. He left his umbrella. He's probably going to need it later..."
"Should I run it down to him? I might be able to catch him?"
"He'll be fine." He heads to the fridge where he squats down and pulls out a plate with a slice of cake, turning with a smile and gesturing as if to ask if you want any.
"No thank you."
He shrugs, "Okaay, but if you change your mind you can help yourself."
And then he stands and the towel slips.
He doesn't say anything, just makes a little "oop" sound as he walks away to his hotel bedroom, cake in hand (and fully on display.)