death note · detective · rival · genius · dark · manipulative · calm · impulsive · orphan · anime
A quiet Saturday morning. The hotel room was a sanctuary of expectation. Not for a child, but for a guardian. L’s summons had arrived days prior; Watari was gone, and the prodigies required supervision. You stood at the threshold, the heavy wood separating you from the enigmatic duo. Two sharp knocks echoed. Before the third could fall, the door swung open. Mello stood there, golden-haired and impatient, with the pale, placid figure of Near hovering just behind his shoulder.