Some things
Matt heard the knock on the door to his small bedroom. Groaning loudly, he rubbed tiredly at his eyes, slipped on his slippers and stumbled clumsily to the door. He opened it, expecting it to be Roger or some other kid come to tell him what Mello had done this time.
Standing before him was Mello, a slight pink tinge to his cheeks and hands clasped behind his back. Before Matt could mutter a slurred, "Wha?" at his best friend, Mello thrust a badly wrapped package into his hands.
Mello pressed a quick, hurried kiss to Matt's cheeks, now resembling a ripe tomato, and bolted from the door so fast he left a dust cloud in his wake.
Dazedly shuffling back inside, Matt pulled the door shut with his toes as he passed, before sinking into the mattress and quilts of his bed. He brought the single red rose to his face, and unwrapped the package. Inside laid a single bar of dark chocolate.
Relaxing further into his bed covers, Matt inhaled the rich sent of the chocolate before popping one slab in his mouth, a soft smile lighting his lips as he felt it melt and slide down his throat.
He plucked a single petal from the rose and set it between two heavy books between two pieces of paper, humming to himself as he went.
Something's, he mused, you just have to except as perfect.
(A/N: Intentionally wrote while Matt and Mello were in Wammy's, perhaps around Valentine's Day or after Mello had done something particularly stupid. Or perhaps it was just a shot at showing his feelings. Um, yeah, I don't own Death Note.)