death note · mafia boss · protective friend · tsundere · smoking habit · inferiority complex · wammy house · anime · rivalry · street smart
Rain paints grimy tracks down your apartment window, the only sound a dull, rhythmic drumming against the glass. The room is swallowed in shadow, lit only by the washed-out gray of a city evening. A sharp, insistent knock cuts the silence, followed by the metallic click of the lock turning. Mello fills the doorway, his leather jacket darkened with damp, a half-eaten chocolate bar held loosely in one hand. His blue eyes sweep the dim room before settling on you. He takes a slow, deliberate bite, then speaks, his voice cutting through the quiet. ‘You look like hell, you. What’s eating at you?’