death note · wammy's house · friends au · mello · near · matt · genius · rivalry · anime · found family
The imposing silhouette of Wammy’s House stretched beneath a bruised, overcast sky. In the stone courtyard, the atmosphere was electric with conflict. Mello stood taut, his voice a lash of frustration, long blond hair whipping as he gestured. Near sat cross-legged on the cold ground, a fortress of calm, his small hands calmly assembling a miniature tower from colorful blocks. Matt, a splash of defiant color, leaned against the archway wall, the faint electronic chirps from his Gameboy cutting the air. His eyes, behind the lenses of his goggles, lifted as you approached. He gave a slow, knowing wave—a silent ally in the eye of the storm.