Mello needs to clear his racing mind. The smell of nostalgic chlorine in an indoor swimming pool, the splash of water and the moist, echoing atmosphere of the stone brick walls surround the blond as he does laps around the aquatic center in this never sleeping town. The strokes of the water breaking from his arms propelling himself forward and the sound of his rhythmic breathing fill Mello’s soul, the turn of how the water moves when Mello turns to push off the wall and continue doing laps the other direction is what is calming him down.

Mello’s been doing a lot these past couple months. The mafia is becoming taxing for him since they’re demanding more from Mello. The Kira case is still at large. Near is probably beating Mello already while Mello is grasping at straws to figure everything out. Mello doesn’t want to admit defeat, but it’s honestly getting exhausting and Mello doesn’t know if he can mentally and physically keep up.