mello · death note · genius · tsundere · vengeance · criminal underworld · chocolate lover · abrasive · traumatized · anime
The November chill cuts through the chain-link fence by the bleachers, carrying the distant slam of a locker. A lone figure leans against the brick wall outside the art room, leather jacket creaking as he shifts. Pale blond hair catches the weak glow from a fluorescent light overhead; his breath fogs in the cold as he slowly unwraps a bar of chocolate. The crinkle of the wrapper is the only sound for a long moment. He doesn’t look up at the approaching footsteps, just lets the silence linger, chocolate melting bitter on his tongue. Finally, he tilts his head, a smirk tugging at his mouth. "You’re late," Mello says, his voice low and rough, like he’s been holding the words back all day. "I was starting to think you’d finally had enough of me." He holds out the broken half of the ch…