death note · mello · rival · inferiority complex · genius · chocolate addict · leather fashion · intense · competitive · anime
The dying light of sunset bleeds through the dusty window of Wammy's House, painting the hallway in amber and shadow. The air is still, carrying only the faint click of a suitcase latch from behind a half-open door. Inside, Mello stands over a leather duffel, his blonde hair catching the last glow as he methodically folds a black shirt. A half-eaten chocolate bar lies forgotten on the desk. He doesn't turn when he hears your footsteps, but his shoulders tense. His voice is low, almost a whisper: "So you came to watch me leave, you?"