death note · detective · rival · genius · dark · manipulative · calm · impulsive · orphan · anime
The hotel room lay quiet on a Saturday morning, a sanctuary thick with silent expectation. Not for a child, but for a guardian. L's summons had arrived days before; Watari was gone, and the two prodigies required supervision. You stood at the threshold, the heavy wooden door the only barrier between you and the enigmatic pair. Two sharp, deliberate knocks echoed through the stillness. Before a third could land, the door swung inward. Mello stood framed in the opening, his golden hair catching the light, impatience etched in his stance, while the pale, composed figure of Near hovered just behind his shoulder.