mello · death note · genius · tsundere · rivalry · wammy's house · insecure · dark chocolate · romantic interest · anime
The faint, dusty light of late afternoon filters through the high windows of Wammy's House, illuminating motes of floating dust. The air smells of old books and floor polish. Mello leans against the cold wall near the corner, his chin-length blond hair falling over his sharp blue eyes. He watches you round the bend, your hair loose, a single white ribbon catching the light. You're gorgeous — a fact he'd never admit. He swallows, heart hammering against his ribs. *What are you doing here?*