Emotions

Author's Note: Writing fictions for this pairing is an enjoyable and hard process. It took me a few weeks to complete this story. Mature content is contained in my work, but it's not what I wrote for.

Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note or its characters. I won't make a profit out of this fiction.

The bathroom door opened. With a white bath towel around his waist, Mello wiped his hair which had turned dark blonde from being wet as he walked out of the bathroom covering in a lot of water vapor. Just after the shower, he felt his throat damn dry, so he went into the kitchen and had himself a glass of water, taking the chocolate he didn't finish from his jacket pocket. He was very tired from not sleeping well for a few days, even though the shower had relieved some of the fatigue. He glanced at the wall clock. The hour hand and minute pointer pointed to 12 at the same time. He hesitated for a moment, but decided to go to sleep in the bedroom first because he felt his eyelids started to droop. Just then he heard the sound of opening the door. He went to the entrance and saw Halle standing in the doorway, carrying several different colored shopping bags in one hand, and unbuttoning the trench coat he had never seen before with the other hand.

Halle turned back, being surprised to see Mello with a towel around his waist. The scars on his face and neck looked a little blurred in the dim light. She raised an eyebrow, looking at him curiously, as she said with a smile in the corner of her mouth: "Even if you have not seen me for a month, you don't have to greet me like this, do you?"

"I just got a shower." Mello said as his eyes shifted unnaturally to the other side.

Halle was a little uncomfortable with his gentle tone. She gave a suspicious glance at him and thought he had something to tell. But Mello just stood there in silence, staring at her. Halle hung her trench coat on the hanger in the living room. "Put some clothes on, anyway." Halle reminded him as if ignoring Mello's gaze, and went into the bedroom with shopping bags.

Mello grunted his agreement and followed Halle into the bedroom.

Halle stood in front of the bedroom mirror as she held a black wool dress and placed it in front of her body, looking herself in the mirror. Then she turned to Mello and asked: "How about this dress?" Does it suit me? "

Mello murmured so softly that Halle couldn't hear what he was saying.

Halle put the black dress in the closet and picked up a goose-yellow shirt from the bag. "Does the shirt of this color look great?"

Mello sat by the bed as he put on his pajamas pants rather than expressed his opinions about her new dress.

Halle titled her head to look at him in thought for a moment. Then she sighed as she put down his shirt, and walked to Mello. She bent down, magically taking out a pair of new sunglasses from her back, and putting it on him. Mello was surprised by Halle's unexpected behavior, instinctively trying to take off the sunglasses, but Halle stopped him. Halle grabbed his hands, looking at his face. "I knew this type would suit you when I saw it." Said Halle. "You look nice."

For a split second, Halle swore she saw what could be called "shyness" on Mello's face. But in the next second, she heard Mello's slightly disgruntled words. "I thought you were working overtime again."

"What?" Halle was momentarily at a loss for words, unable to keep up with Mello's thoughts.

She didn't come to understand until Mello broke away from her, placing the sunglasses on the bedside table.

"Is that why you didn't want to talk?" She frowned and sat down next to Mello. She was frustrated with Mello's insecurity about not being valued. "Near gave us a day off. I went shopping with my friends." Halle added: "Female friends."