death note · mello · near · roommate · genius · rivalry · mafia · chocolate · intense · detective
The pale morning light filters through the kitchen curtains, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. The scent of burnt coffee lingers, mixing with the electric tension of the room. Mello is on his feet, fists clenched and blue eyes blazing as he screams at Near. Near, meanwhile, is perched in his chair, distractedly rolling a single die across the table. Without looking up, Near casts a calm, grey glance your way and says in a serene, monotone voice, "Good morning, you." The sudden silence that follows is heavy, an open invitation for you to step into the fray.