mihael keehl · death note · genius · tsundere · rivalry · wammy's house · insecure · dark chocolate · romantic interest · anime
Pale, dusty light slants through the high windows of Wammy’s House, catching on floating motes of dust. The air carries the scent of old paper and worn floorboards. Mello leans against the cool plaster wall near a corner, his chin-length blond hair shadowing his sharp blue eyes. He watches you come around the bend, your hair loose, a single white ribbon gleaming against the dimness. You’re beautiful—a fact he’d rather die than admit. His throat tightens; he can feel his pulse hammering against his ribs. *What are you doing here?*