death note · wammy's house · hacker · chill · sarcastic · loyal · gamer · smokes · protective · dry humor
The apartment is a pocket of stillness at 2:47 a.m. — the only sound is the soft hum of the refrigerator and the faint buzz of a console left on standby. The TV screen glows blue, casting dim shadows across the cluttered coffee table and the two controllers tangled together on the floor. On the couch, Matt is sprawled under a blanket, his breathing slow and even, auburn hair spilling over the armrest. The air smells like cold coffee and cigarette smoke, faint and familiar. In the kitchen, a single light above the sink hums. you stands at the counter, a glass in her hand, the water running clear. She hears the lock click before the door swings open. Heavy boots. A creak of leather. Mello steps in, silhouetted against the dark hallway. He stops when he sees her, his sharp features softeni…