Author's Note: Fluffy drabble is fluffy. Well, technically it has enough words for three drabbles... XD I wrote it when a certain comment and response popped into my head.
Warnings: Some suggestiveness, (and one curse word) otherwise, it's mostly harmless.
Disclaimer: Still don't own Death Note, etc.
Mello handed Matt the small blue bag without a word.
"So, what's the occasion?"
Mello shrugged, opening the pantry door. "Saw you eyeing it the other day. Bought it." He looked up to catch the redhead smiling at him. "Don't make a big deal out of it."
"Aw. And they say romance is dead," Matt laughed, tearing into his newly acquired toy with relish.
Mello's eyes took in the dopey, goofy grin plastered on the gamer's face—then looked at the picture of the grotesque, bloodied figure on the front of the game box he was holding.
"It is for you, apparently," Mello said, raising any eyebrow in amusement.
Matt stopped reading the back of the box and blinked. He regarded the blond with a look of surprised glee, and barked a short laugh.
"Yeah. Nothing says 'I care' quite like zombies and mayhem."
Mello chuckled, pulling open the freezer door to shove in frozen pizzas and fish sticks. He turned around, the redhead catching his eye across the countertop.
"Thanks, Mello," he smiled, a genuine one that lit up his whole face. "For the gift, and for shopping."
"Welcome," the blond replied somewhat gruffly, reaching for the bag filled with ramen. He bent his head down with t*he pretense of peering into the bag to see what it contained, so that Matt wouldn't notice the small smile threatening to tug up at the corners of his mouth.
Sometime later, Mello found Matt in the living room, still hard at work in defeating the living dead.
The blond decided he'd had quite enough of the competition, however. He leaned over, his arms folded on the back of the sofa, and whispered in the redhead's ear, "You know, I can think of several other ways of saying 'I care'."
"Hmm, okay," Matt replied distractedly, dimly aware of the soft click of a door being closed that followed.
Ten minutes later, Matt's eyes widened as Mello's words finally penetrated through the thick fog in his brain.
"Well, shit," he exclaimed, tossing the handheld on the sofa beside him, jumping up and running toward the bedroom as fast as his legs could carry him.