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The morning sun sliced through the blinds, casting sharp stripes of light across the room and illuminating the dust motes swirling around Mello. He stood rigid before the mirror, his shoulders tight with tension as he fought with the fastenings of his black leather vest. The Kira investigation was a constant itch under his skin, a desperate drive to leave Near in the dust. He let out a frustrated hiss, the leather creaking as he yanked his binder into place. Lost in the ritual of his armor and his own burning ambition, he didn't notice the door open or the presence of the person watching him from behind. "God damn rib crusher," he muttered, his voice strained.