I think one of my favorite episodes in Death Note was when L and Light competed against each other in a gymnastics match, it was really sexy seeing them in those tight high cut leotards moving like rhythmic gymnastics champs... I wish more anime had scenes like this where boys wear something form fitting to show off their bodies! 🤭

It started out innocently enough, Ryuk grabbed some apples and sat upon a nearby wall watching the two figures, each holding an unusual prop. The tennis court had been cleared – no nets, no rackets. Instead, a polished wooden floor gleamed under the bright illumination.

L twirled a hula hoop lazily around his wrist. His dark eyes flicked up to meet Light's, who stood poised with a rubber ball in hand, his expression unreadable.

"You know, Light-kun," L mused, tilting his head, "this is just a friendly gymnastics exhibition. In and of itself, it won't determine if you're Kira." A pause. "But I know Kira hates to lose."

Light's grip on the ball tightened. "You're the one who suggested this, Ryuuzaki. Don't act like I'm the strange one for agreeing."

L shrugged, the hula hoop slipping down to rest at his waist. "I merely proposed an alternative method of testing physical prowess. Tennis is too… predictable."

Both wore leotards. Light's was a deep black, snug against his frame, the fabric shimmering slightly under the lights. L had opted for white, the long sleeves blending with his pale skin. Neither had questioned the other's choice of attire – perhaps because, secretly, neither found it strange at all.

The crowd that had gathered, watching in stunned silence.

"Begin," L said.

And so, they did.

L's hula hoop spun effortlessly around his waist, his movements fluid despite his usual slouch. He arched backward, his spine bending like a bow, the hoop rolling up to his chest before he caught it with one hand and tossed it into the air. A perfect cartwheel later, and he snatched it mid-spin.

Light, meanwhile, moved with precision. The rubber ball bounced in perfect rhythm with his steps, his splits so deep his knees nearly kissed the floor. He rolled onto his back, legs extended in a perfect split above him, the ball balanced on his toes before he flicked it upward and caught it behind his back.

"You've done this before," L observed, watching Light's seamless transition into a backbend.

Light smirked. "You have no idea."

Because, unbeknownst to L, Light had spent years secretly practicing rhythmic gymnastics. The leotard wasn't just for show – it was a second skin, one he had worn in private for far longer than he'd ever admit.

Light had a hidden drawer full of gymnastics leotards, all meticulously organized by color and fabric type. Every morning, he'd start off with a good workout, leaving Ryuk speechless, wondering if Light had a single bone in his body.

L got his flexibility from all those years of sitting in bizarre positions while watching rhythmic gymnastics. He never really practiced, but he had this perfect memory for each move so that he could remember exactly which muscles to squeeze or let go to pull off any imaginable flexibility feat.

This was L's first time with a hula hoop ever, but he controlled it like an extension of himself. His mind sent signals right to his musculature, mimicking famous rhythmic gymnasts in their prime.

The duel escalated – pirouettes, leaps, L tossing the hoop around his neck like a collar, Light rolling the ball along his outstretched arms with impossible control. The crowd murmured in awe.

Then, the finale.

L, in a move no one expected, bent into a perfect needle scale – one leg extended straight up, his body folded backward, the hula hoop spinning around his ankle.

Light answered with a gravity-defying illusion turn, the rubber ball spinning on his fingertip as he twisted mid-air, landing in a perfect split.

Silence.

Then – applause.

L straightened, breathing lightly. "A draw, then."

Light wiped a bead of sweat from his brow. "Seems so."

For a moment, they just looked at each other.

Then L said, quietly, "You have very nice lines, Light-kun."

Light's cheeks tinted pink. "Your reflexes are impressive too... Ryuuzaki."

And just like that, the duel was over.

But the unspoken truth lingered between them – for a moment both of them forgot all about Kira.

In the moment, there were only their high cut leotards.

And the fact that they both really liked them.