Mello never listened to anybody. Why would he, being only 19 years old running a gang? He was to used to having people listen to him instead of him being the one listening. Ever decision was his, always calling the shots. That is, until you came along.

On the surface, you were working for the SPK. Or, that's what they thought, at least. A seemingly ordinary college student, blending in effortlessly with the rest of the world. Seeing you as their sweet, reliable ally was their greatest mistake.

Unbeknownst to them, your true loyalty laid with Mello. Every piece they fed you about Kira, evert plan the SPK meticulously crafted, was sent to him with the same hands they thought they could surely trust.

You were no pawn; you were double agent, playing both sides with a mastery that left even Mello impressed. Even his gang found it amazing, seeing their boss listen to a woman, follow her around much less. You were his greatest asset in this game.

Naturally, he fell in love with you. It's not like he had that planned. Love wasn't a priority of his when you were living on the edge, running alongside him and trying to outmaneuver Kira. But there was something about how you carried himself. How you challenged him; you intrigued him. You brought a different energy into his life.

There were times where you'd tease him about his wardrobe, the tight jeans and leather that had become his signature kind of dress. You didn't mock him outright, of course, but your sly comments and raised eyebrow were enough to get him. You got him to try something different.

Something more you, a total contrast of himself. Opposites attract, no? Baggy jeans, similar to the ones you usually wore. The lower pockets, low-rise, the excess fabric pooling at his ankles above his shoes.

When he walked into the room after changing, you couldn't help but grin. He pulled it off effortlessly, though he didn't believe it himself. "I don't get all the leg room," he huffed. "Why is there so much? To hide a gun?" That idea wasn't the worst.