Fractured Ties (A Death Note Matt x Reader)

The Morning After

The next morning, you wake up on the couch. Mind foggy, eyes gritty from the lack of sleep. Groaning, you sit up, and trudge into the bathroom, gaping at you disheveled self. Your (e/c) eyes are tinted red, and your hair is a mess. You carefully comb out the tangles, wash yourself up and dress yourself in a simple panda sweater (that uncle L gave to you), dark wash jeans and black Converse. You tiredly walk into the kitchen, only to find Matt and Mello sitting across from each other, around the small, round kitchen table, drinking coffee (well, Mello was actually sipping on his 20% coffee, 80% Nesquik chocolate syrup concoction). You plopped down on a seat at the left-hand side of Matt, with a ready-made cup of coffee right in front of you.

"See, I'm not as useless as you think, (f/n). I made you coffee!" Matt grinned his same-old goofy, childish grin.

A tiny smile inches its way across your face. "Thanks Matt!"

He wrapped an arm around your waist, drawing you closer. You decided to drop your usual moody self, and cuddle with him (because really, who couldn't resist Matt's cuteness). Mello just sat there rolling his eyes.

"Oh look, it's your "being a cute couple" shit again." He commented.

"Cheer up Mello, what's bringing you down?" You asked.

"What's bringing me down? It's the fact that I had to walk and bus at least twenty miles away from our apartment IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT to fetch your dammed motorcycle!" He answered through gritted teeth. (Talk about PMS-ing!)

"I'm sorry...." You apologized with a downcast expression. It's really your fault.

"Mello, what's your DEAL!? (f/n) clearly can't help having panic attacks, and you're just blaming her on something she just can't control?" Matt defended you. His grip tightened around your waist.

"Matt, it's okay." You reassured him.

But Matt ignored you. Knowing, that you are not okay.

"APOLOGIZE TO (f/n) THIS INSTANT!" He demanded Mello.

"Okay, I'm sorry. Jeez Matt, what's your deal?" He growled. Because no one wants to see Matt pissed off.

Mello has been like this ever since the Kira case was solved. I guess that his still wasn't happy that he had to team up with Near in the end but the kid saved his life, he should at least show some appreciation. Maybe, he was just traumatized by the case (just like everyone else), after seeing so many people die (or almost die) before his very eyes, having a near-death experience or just saddened by the death of L, like you are. Maybe it's all three of the reasons. Whatever it is, you don't know.

Mello strode to the cabinet and grabbed a bunch of chocolate bars and headed off to work at the FBI headquarters.

"I have to head off to work too." You quickly finish your coffee, and get up from your seat.

"Okay then, remember to bring your anxiety pills!" Reminded Matt.

You grabbed the tiny bottle of pills and stuffed them inside your jean pocket. Although, they don't really work. You lightly pecked Matt's cheek.

"Goodbye!"

Matt waved at you as you walked out the front door and headed off to work at the CIA headquarters, with Near. Matt shut the door behind him, and started on his job, as a beta tester for multiple companies. His job requires nothing more than just chilling on a couch, sipping on sodas and playing game levels for hundreds of times, checking out any errors, thus making him much better at video games than the average person. He sat on the couch with a pile of videogames placed on his lap just playing away.