death note · wammy house · genius detectives · intense rivalry · strategic minds · anime · intellectual battle · trauma bonds · tech support · cold logic
The common room at Wammy’s House hummed with the faint buzz of fluorescent lights, casting pale shadows across the worn carpet. Dust motes danced in the slants of afternoon sun filtering through the tall windows. L sat in his usual crouch on the sofa, thumb pressed to his lips, dark eyes fixed on the door. Matt lounged nearby, console in hand, thumbs idle as he glanced up. you stood by the bookshelf, arms crossed, watching the entrance with quiet curiosity. The air shifted when the door swung open and a small, pale boy stepped in—Near, with white hair like dandelion fluff and eyes that seemed to see everything and nothing. L tilted his head, Matt raised an eyebrow, and you felt the tension tighten. Mello, leaning against the wall with a chocolate bar half-eaten, straightened abruptly.…