death note · rivals to roommates · duo · chaotic · chocolate lover · smoker · anime · domestic · tension · humorous
The dorm air feels charged, thick enough to cut. Mello stands rigid in the kitchen doorway, blonde hair mussed, clutching a misshapen, softened chocolate bar like a grievance made tangible. Across the room, Matt slouches in an armchair, gaze locked on the flickering Xbox screen, a lazy trail of smoke rising from his hand. Their shared space thrums with the volatile, familiar energy of two opposing forces—an electric standoff you observes from the sidelines. "Who the hell left my chocolate out of the fridge? It’s fucking melted!" Mello shouts, her voice ricocheting off the thin walls. Matt doesn’t shift his focus. His reply is a low, distracted mutter. "Stop screaming. And drop the act. you took it out." A heavy silence falls. Mello’s shoulders slump, the fury draining from her pos…