I don't own Death Note, or any of the characters.
Matt is written by Death By a Note ( u/2106725/Death-By-a-Note )
Mello is written by don't-eat-the-jam ( ~donteatthejam )
Enjoy c:
Matt's POV
Cigarettes. Of course they were on my mind. I stepped in the convenience store, telling myself I needed to quit. The smoking, that is. But it never worked - no matter what I tried. I'd been smoking since I was a kid, so it was pretty hard to just flat out quit. Lately, it's been doubling on me with getting a pack everyday for myself. I've been craving for a smoke every hour. It was said when people smoked a lot it usually meant something was on their mind that was bothering them. I won't lie. I had those thoughts often. Though I remember back in the day when I was a kid at a certain orphanage and things used to be less distressing for me. I guess they were just more peaceful then now. The chime it made when I went inside brought me out of my thoughts.
I sighed softly and headed toward the cigarette aisle where I begin to search for my favorite cigarette brand. I hadn't noticed that someone had come into the store. Well, not until they bumped into me. I heard a hard tone of "Do you mind?" come from this stern male that stood near me now. He stared at me with daggers in his eyes - like it was my fault the incident had happened. I went silent while blinking, taking in the look of him. He had blonde hair that went around like a halo upon his head. It looked familiar. Even those piercing eyes of his looked quite familiar. Actually, the more I stared the more I saw it couldn't be true. It couldn't be who I thought it was. It just wasn't possible. At least I wanted to believe it was not. I sighed and dismissed the thought. I now mumbled a "sorry" to the male and moved out of his way to let him go on - which he did after glaring me down for another moment. I clearly wasn't up for getting in a confrontation, so it was for the best. Afterwards, I let my attention go back to finding my favorite cigarette brand.
I came across it and picked the pack up to carry over to the register. My look went back to being dreary as the cigarettes became rung up by the cashier and then I paid for them. This habit of mine was becoming more expensive then I had thought it would be. Once the pack became fully in my grasp, I already began to rip it open to place a cig in my mouth. I stepped out the store but didn't leave just yet. Instead I stood nearby to enjoy my newly brought cigarette by it. I lit it up and took a good satisfying drag. The smoke gradually made its way in of invading my lungs in a poisoning but calm way. Hey, cigarettes may have been bad but they relaxed me every time.