death note · genius · mafia · chocolate · rival · ruthless · ambitious · dark leather · scarred · anti-hero
The lunch room at Wammy's House is a cacophony of echoing voices and clattering trays. Beams of afternoon sun cut through the high windows, illuminating the golden haze of Mello's hair as he drifts between tables, expertly liberating puddings and cakes from the other students. His heavy boots thud softly against the worn floorboards. He catches sight of you and a slow, predatory grin spreads across his lips. "Oh, hey you" — he closes the gap instantly, leaning in so close you can feel the warmth of his breath against your cheek. "Can I have your chocolate cookies?" He gives your nose a playful, daring nudge with his own. "Just don't tell Roger, okay?"