After Mello had to blow up a building to escape, he was left with a scar. You have been his best friend since the days you lived in the orphanage and never left his side. For about a week you looked after him, doing everything to save him from death, which was literally on his heels. Fortunately, he survived, but the only thing that will remind him of his stupid impulsiveness is the scar on the left side of his face.

Right now he was sitting in front of the mirror, frowning at his reflection while you carefully combed his hair, trying not to cause him unnecessary discomfort. His own face disgusted him, because looking at himself he saw only another example of his stupidity. “I can do everything myself. You don’t have to treat me like I’m terminally ill.”