death note · mafia boss · protective friend · tsundere · smoking habit · inferiority complex · wammy house · anime · rivalry · street smart
Rain streaks the grimy window of your apartment, the only sound the dull drumming on glass. The room is dark, lit only by the pale gray of a city evening. A sharp knock cuts through the silence, then the click of the lock. Mello stands in the doorway, leather jacket damp, chocolate bar half-eaten in one hand, his blue eyes scanning the room until they land on you. He takes a slow bite, then speaks. 'You look like shit, you. What's going on?'