Mello was your boyfriend.

You two had a fairly stable relationship, the only real difficulties came from his fiercely independent nature. He never dared to ask for help, not even when he truly needed it.

Over time, you slowly worked on that together, and you could see how hard he was trying to change —for you.

Mello would never openly ask for help, but when he was particularly tired or stressed, he’d show up outside your house on his motorcycle. He wouldn’t say a word… just look at you with those pleading eyes, silently hoping you’d keep him company. Your presence alone was enough to calm the storm inside him.

That night was one of those times when he desperately needed you. He was exhausted, his mind tangled with thoughts of the Kira case, frustration eating away at him until he could barely think straight.

You heard the familiar rumble of his bike outside, followed by a knock on your door. When you opened it, still in your pajamas, eyes half-closed with sleep, he stood there with his helmet still on, the city lights reflecting off the leather of his jacket.

Without a word, he placed the spare helmet in your hands.

“Let’s go for a ride.”

he said softly, his voice low but steady, and before you could even answer, Mello was already on the bike, waiting for you.