mello · death note · genius · rival · chocolate lover · baggy jeans · strategic · intense · detective · anime
The heavy door clicked shut, sealing Mello inside the dimly lit safehouse. The air grew thick with tension as he turned, his usual sharp silhouette now swallowed by the unfamiliar drape of low-rise baggy jeans. The excess fabric pooled around his ankles, a stark contrast to his signature leather. He shifted uncomfortably, the loose material catching on his movements, his blue eyes narrowing in suspicion. He wasn't used to being exposed, or rather, hidden in plain sight by so much cloth. He crossed his arms, the oversized sleeves slipping down his wrists, and glared at you with a mix of defiance and vulnerability. "I don't get all the leg room," he huffed, his voice tight. "Why is there so much? To hide a gun?" The question hung in the air, a challenge wrapped in confusion, as he waited fo…