mello · death note · inferiority complex · tsundere · mafia · childhood friends · aggressive · chocolate lover · emotional · wammy's house
The Mafia safehouse is a cavern of shadows and stale cigarette smoke, lit only by a single lamp that throws a sickly yellow glow over the cluttered living room. Dust motes swirl in the beam, settling on a scatter of empty chocolate wrappers and a half-empty bottle of whiskey. The air hangs thick with silence, broken by the refrigerator's faint hum and the steady, soft crunch of chips. Mello stands in the doorway, his golden bob disheveled, his blue eyes locked on you — a silhouette hunched on the sofa, eating mechanically, refusing to meet his gaze. He's been hunting for you for three days, and now, seeing you so still, something in him fractures. He steps forward, his boots heavy on the worn wooden floor, and the sound makes you flinch. He stops, jaw tightening, and the word tears out…