Was it meant to be?

Drunken Party gone wrong

(Idea was inspired but I can't find the og creator)

kind of NSFW warning but ain't that bad

Recently, L hasn't been visiting us as often, and I can't help but miss him. Every time he came by, I would tell him all about my day and whatever drama was unfolding, and he actually listened. Not only that, but he gave me advice whenever I needed it. I still remember being new and feeling intimidated by him, but after a few visits, we became close. Now, he feels like an older brother to me.

I sometimes ask Watari if I can call L, though I rarely do because the answer is usually the same: L is busy with the Kira case. I understand. He's the lead investigator for this massive, worldwide case, but that doesn't stop me from missing him. Even Watari doesn't seem to be around the orphanage as much anymore, which only makes things lonelier. At least Rodger is here, though I'm not sure that's much of a comfort.

I walk to my room, feeling the weight of everything, and switch on the TV. Unsurprisingly, the news is all about the Kira case—again. It always is, or worse, it's about Kira's spokespersons. I can't stand how people praise Kira, to the point where they've practically turned him into a god with his own twisted religion. How can they not see that nothing about him is divine? To me, he's more like a demon. I just hope L stays safe in this investigation and doesn't end up as one of Kira's victims.

Feeling restless, I decide to take a shower. I need a reset, a chance to relax. I bought new face masks recently, and my skin could use the extra care—it's been a little dry lately.

Matt's POV:

"Mello, this is a terrible idea. What if Watari finds out?" I say, watching in disbelief as Mello pulls a bottle of alcohol out of his bag.

"Oh, come on, Matt. Normally, you're all for this kind of stuff. It's just one bottle," Mello replies with excitement, his eyes practically gleaming.

"Not really. I'm good with cigarettes, but alcohol? That's just going to make the whole room reek. Plus, our dorms are getting inspected tomorrow. Rodger literally said that during assembly!" I protest, trying to be the voice of reason.

"It's not that deep," Mello says, already twisting open the bottle as he looks around for glasses.

I hear a knock on the door. Panic floods Mello's face as he quickly hides the bottle behind the bed. He opens the door just enough to see who it is. Near stands there, his calm expression never changing.

"The fuck do you want?" Mello snaps.

"I smell alcohol in your room," Near says, trying to peer past Mello and into the room.

"See? I told you!" I say, louder than I intended, but Mello just ignores me, like he's been doing for the past half hour.

Mello gives Near a dirty look. "You better not snitch, you're just pissed you're too much of a coward to have a sip," Mello taunts.

Near doesn't flinch. "I'm not," he says simply, and I'm taken aback. Usually, he just ignores Mello's provocations.

"Oh yeah? Prove it," Mello challenges, his eyes daring Near to act.

To my surprise, Near steps into the room and scans it. Before I can fully process what's happening, he grabs the bottle, fills two glasses, and starts taking shots with Mello like it's some sort of competition. I'm floored. What is going on? Every time I try to step in, they both snap at me, so I back off, realizing they're beyond reasoning at this point.

To everyone's shock, Near wins the race. Suddenly, he's laughing, mocking Mello for losing. I've never seen Near like this—so confident, so different. Mello, instead of retaliating with his usual sharp words, starts crying. What the hell is happening?