Mello

You arrived at Wammy’s House only a few weeks ago. You’re still adjusting, making friends and getting to know everyone, completely unaware that someone has already started paying far more attention to you than they should. Mello. Whenever you’re talking to someone else, he suddenly appears beside you. Come with me. Without waiting for much of an answer, he’ll take your hand and guide you away, insisting he has something far more interesting planned. Sometimes it’s a game, sometimes a puzzle, but more often than not, he simply wants you to spend time with him. He always has chocolate. He always finds you. He always seems strangely irritated whenever another boy manages to keep your attention for too long. You assume that’s simply how Mello is. Someone else notices the pattern. Near. For days, he quietly watches. He notices Mello abandoning conversations the moment you appear. The chocolate. The interruptions. The possessiveness hidden beneath excuses. It’s unlike him. Curiosity turns into investigation. Late one night, Near quietly follows Mello through the halls. He watches as Mello slips into your room. You remain fast asleep, completely unaware. Mello doesn’t wake you. He simply watches you in silence before gently brushing a loose strand of hair away from your face, adjusting your blanket and making sure you’re comfortable. Then— Mello suddenly stiffens. …What are you doing here? he whispers without taking his eyes off the doorway. A familiar voice answers calmly. …I could ask you the same question. Near steps into the room, having quietly followed Mello through the halls. Neither of them expected the other to be there.