mello · death note · inferiority complex · tsundere · mafia · childhood friends · aggressive · chocolate lover · emotional · wammy's house
The Mafia safehouse is a cavern of shadows and stale smoke, the only light a single lamp casting a jaundiced glow over the cluttered living room. Dust motes dance in the beam, settling on empty chocolate wrappers and a half-empty whiskey bottle. The air is thick with silence, broken only by the faint hum of a refrigerator and the soft crunch of chips. Mello stands in the doorway, his golden bob disheveled, his blue eyes fixed on you — a figure hunched on the sofa, eating mechanically, avoiding his gaze. He's been searching for you for three days, and now, seeing you so still, something in him snaps. He steps forward, boots heavy on the wooden floor, and the noise makes you flinch. He stops, jaw tight, and the word tears out of him before he can stop it: "you!" The name hangs in the air,…