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Mug

Mello sat on the couch, staring steely eyed at his history text book. Matt knew he wasn't studying, regardless of the notes scattered around him and the little bits of pencil lead that dotted the blue lined sheets.

The red head had just entered the room and still stood in the doorway, unnoticed by his roommate as he silently nudged the door shut with his foot. He approached, cautious, heaven only knew if the blond would snap. He set down one of the mugs he'd brought with him and slowly slid it across the table, moving aside papers until it touched the edge of Mello's book.

He looked up in surprise, glancing from the mug to Matt.

"Hot chocolate," he said, "it looked like you needed some."

A small grin lit Mello's face and he patted the seat next to him. Matt sat down, leaning against his friend as he sipped is own drink.

"Thanks Matty," Mello mumbled.

"Any time Mells."


T-Shirt

"I'm going out!" Mello shouted, his voice cut short by the slamming of the front door.

Matt poked his head out of his room and sighed.

Mello had been going out a lot lately, he was still hell bent on catching Kira and it made Matt worry. The blond was still injured, not to mention probably drowsy. He'd just gotten out the shower and the steam always made him a bit tired and dizzy.

He spotted something black in his periphery and picked it up.

It was Mello's shirt. One of his many plain black tees. Matt held it to his nose, grinning softly as the smell of chocolate overwhelmed his senses. He returned to his room where he lay down on the bed, Mello's shirt clutched in his hands.


Car Freshener

"Don't touch it!" Mello shouted.

"I don't want it in my car!" Matt shouted back.

"Then quit smoking and I'll get rid of it."

"Like hell I'm quitting, if I quit you need to stop eating chocolate."

Mello glowered at him, positively glowing with agitation.

"Say it one more time, I fucking dare you."

"Stop. Eating. Chocolate," Matt said bravely.

Before Mello could wind up for a punch, Matt ducked in and kissed his cheek. The blond froze and dropped his arm.

"I'll cut down if you do," Mello said.

"Fair enough."


Locks

Matt ignored the glare he was getting. He'd lost the keys to the apartment and had spent the last twenty minutes trying to pick the lock on the door.

They'd been grocery shopping and Mello was agitated about the fact that his ice cream was melting.

"I'm sorry," Matt mumbled again.

"Shut up," Mello had the ice cream tub in hand and was using features of his Swiss army knife to eat the softened dessert.

Ten minutes, and a half container of cookie dough ice cream, later, Matt got the door open.

Matt sighed and waved Mello in before jamming his hands in his pocket and following the blond inside. He stopped dead in his tracks and chuckled.

"Hey, Mells, guess what?"

"Hmm?" Mello was putting the groceries away.

"You won't believe what I just found."

"Matt, I swear to god, if you're about to tell me that the damn key was in your pocket the entire time I will hit you."

Matt held up the key and received a box of crackers hurled towards his face.


Pants

"What?"

It was too early in the morning to be putting up with anything and Matt's staring was beginning to get annoying.

"Nothing."

Mello rolled his eyes and went back to his coffee, willing his body to wake up faster. He still felt Matt's eyes on him and he turned his gaze back. The red head had a smatter of freckles across his cheeks and nose, but they were only ever visible when he blushed. Mello could see them clearly, even in his bleary half asleep state.

"Spit it out, what the hell is it?" Mello snapped.

Matt bit into his bottom lip before taking a deep breath and pointing.

"The hell does that mean?"

"You're wearing my pants."

Mello looked down, he was in fact wearing Matt's pants. It had been an intentional action, Mello's clothes were in the washer, and he knew that Matt's pajama pants were comfortable. So he'd put on a pair.

"And?"

Matt gave an awkward cough and looked away, muttering under his breath.

"What was that?" Mello asked, thoroughly enjoying how Matt was fidgeting.

"You look good."