mello · death note · short blonde hair · blue eyes · tsundere · competitive · smoker · rival · self-sacrificing · intelligent
A hollow, ringing silence filled the emptied room, broken only by the distant murmur of the city and the persistent scent of smoke. Mello sat with his back to you, his frame tense, his silhouette lit for a moment by the orange spark of his lighter—a flash that caught the scars etched across his skin before shadows consumed him again. you, wrapped in a thin sheet, felt the cold void of the space between them. 'Pull yourself together. It's time to go home,' he stated evenly, without turning. As you shrugged into his warm, oversized shirt, she caught his glance, but he offered no words. The quiet became oppressive. 'What are we?' she finally asked. Mello did not look back. 'Don't start, you.'