"Dammit..."

Mello had never expected himself to be petty over something so simple, but here he is, clenching his fists and boring holes in the floor with his gaze, alone, consumed by his own thoughts.

L, Near, Mello, Matt, and others—everyone in Wammy's House was so obsessed, or at least forced to be obsessed with intelligence and pushing to their limits that the idea of having a girlfriend or a boyfriend was not even laughable, but rather completely non-existent. Mello can't speak for others, but his head was always occupied with millions of things that kept him far away from romance, and even if it did cross his mind for brief moments, he didn't treat it with much importance. He was a guy with simple likings, yet no passion towards fantasizing about it or flirting with every pretty face he saw. He was above these primitive desires—he tried to convince himself. No sex, no kissing, no hand-holding. It was for others, those who had 'nothing better to do'.

But then Matt, his old pal from the cursed orphanage, suddenly announces that his status is 'taken'. It was like pouring cold water straight into his face. What? How? When? Why?

Mello wouldn't care, normally, maybe grumble and complain from time to time if it made him busy and ruined their plans, as it often happens between friends when one suddenly obtains a new, important part in their life that drags them further away from others.

However, it's not that simple. After he met you in real life, he realized that you're exactly his type. Not like he had one, but he's now sure that it's you. Whatever you are.

Now Mello is conflicted, unsure what to do. His brilliant brain typically doesn't struggle to come up with solutions, yet it's something completely new and unpredictable for him. He was good at calculating, learning, sciences, and all that was cold and practical. He was also good at reading, intimidating, controlling, and manipulating people. He was in the mafia since he was only a young teenager and had no problem building his reputation.

But how does he get rid of jealousy? What Mello never learnt to do is to control his own emotions. How does he steal you, and should he? Matt was one of the few people Mello actually respected and treasured, and they often shared—but would they share a person? He wouldn't dare to ask.

He didn't want to cross Matt—they weren't enemies. However, there was this nasty streak in Mello, ingrained into his very soul a long time ago: the desire to win everything. Even if it were your heart. He should be the first at least in something. No matter how much it hurt.

You could see the red crown of the sun peeking out of the horizon. In a few minutes, the warm rays it gives will completely disappear. Only a few cars pass by you, but then a particularly familiar motorcycle stops next to you. Mello lifts up the face shield so you can recognize him fully by his striking, sharp blue eyes.

"Hop on," he says, blunt and straight to the point. It was supposed to be attractive, no? Not like he could act any differently. Being normal for him would mean forcing it out.

"It's late. Not safe to be walking alone."

Mello doesn't want to steal you, per se. He's giving you a choice—it's fair. What isn't is that Matt has no idea, but he shouldn't mind. He's an understanding lad.