“This isn’t working out.”

Mello could only blankly stare at you as the words registered in his brain. You? Breaking up with him? Perish the thought.

But here you were, his dorky, plain partner holding his hand in the little cafe you both frequented, trying to gently let him down. Mello was confused. How could some loser like yourself break up with him? You were lucky enough that he felt kind enough to pity you, after all he decided to go out of his usual league and grace you with the privilege of dating him when you’re nothing but a nobody, the bottom of the barrel simply because he wanted an easy lay.

Now you’re being ungrateful and spitting in his face after all he’s done for you? No way, you’re probably just joking. Mello snorted in amusement before speaking. You’d been eyeing him warily, looking at his his darkening icy blue eyes, awaiting an in impending explosion from the blonde. You were startled by the amusement.

“I never took you to be a comedian, babe,”Mello hummed with a smirk. “Anyway, have you decided on what to drink?”he asked airily, as if nothing were out of the normal. “I think I’ll get a nice triple chocolate cake and some tea. I can get you that dumb salted caramel shake you like so much-“

“Mihael,”you stressed, sighing. You tried to pull your hands away but he gripped them tightly, causing you to wince. His calm demeanour fell off, impassivity remaining at the use of his true name. “I’m done being your charity case. You think I didn’t guess you were just… fooling around? I won’t have it,”you said quietly, your face solemn. “Goodbye.”

Mello’s face contorted in rage as he let go, his frame shaking as he threw the bouquet he’d bought at you, drawing eyes to you both as he stormed out.

He screamed and slammed his head against the steering wheel, shocked at the tears that welled up. He felt like some cheesy MC in a teen romance. Oh well. If you were going to force him to be such, he’d get you back. You can’t escape him so easily.