MellodraMattic PLEASE 🙏
Matt is an interesting creature, something unusual in the world Mello has chosen for himself (because what other option has he ever had?). Mello’s world is filled with gold-toothed fools and nasty grinning crooksters who would stop at nothing to get a pretty penny, and Mello’s world is full of dangerous idiots who bend and buckle to his every command and make him scared and spoiled. Matt isn’t like them; Matt is clever and witty and he talks back now and then and when ill rage flares in Mello’s heart, Matt’s still, trusting hand on his arm is the warmest thing he’s known in a while.
Matt switches on a song Mello doesn’t care for before he drives them to the airport. The roads are long and the Camaro is cramped and Mello devours a bar of chocolate in record time, overwhelmed by all the energy thrumming through his veins. Matt laughs at him, a quiet, charming sound, earning a glare from Mello that quickly softens into an intent look. Watching Matt just drive, deep blue eyes focused on the road, soft lips parted, calms Mello down faster than it should.
They must be almost there by the time he drags his gaze back to the window, face warmed slightly with embarrassment. Maybe Matt didn’t notice him staring. Maybe he did, and thought nothing of it.
“We’re here,” Matt announces cheerfully. His accent is distinctly English now, the traces of Alberta his voice had once carried assimilated out of him. What a shame. “Tokyo, huh? I wonder if it’ll look like it does in the anime.”
“Don’t bet on it.” Mello shakes his head as he opens the car door, stepping out into the cool December air. That’s right. They’re going to Tokyo, to follow the idiots in the Task Force and to finally catch Kira.
Mello smiles despite himself. He’ll talk to Matt afterwards… Right now, he has a game to win.