These guys are unlikely to make it to the big leagues; unbeknownst to them, they are peaking rather intensely in high school and it's all downhill from here. To the ignorant go the spoils of a happily mediocre existence.

"Look kid. What's it even to you, anyway? It's a shitty coffee shop. There's barely ever anyone in here, we're doing this guy a favor by giving him to fucking do."

Sniggering laughter is the answer that gets from his crew.

L moves toward the door, propping it open and holding it with his shoulder. "Last chance," he offers, glancing back at Toushirou.

"Fat chance, cocksucker."