Characters: Mello, Matt
Genre: Fluff/Romance
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Just look at him there.
Mello is sitting at the worn down kitchen table in their apartment, sipping a cup of coffee. It's just before noon and he hasn't done a damn thing all day. He shouldn't need the coffee, but he drinks it nonetheless.
There isn't an exorbitant amount of space in their crappy little apartment, so Matt is sat there on the carpet only a few feet from him. He is completely absorbed in whatever game has caught his fancy this month.
And Mello is pissed about it.
Not for the obvious reason, mind you.
No, Mello is pissed because Matt is such a fucking nerd. There he sits in the same pants he's worn for three days, muttering to himself about enemies and in-game currency. It's not continuous, so just when Mello thinks Matt's gotten a hold of himself, he starts a whole new string of incoherent babbling.
The cup in his hand is scalding hot and Mello uses the pain to ground himself.
He used to beat kids up for being as nerdy as Matt is.
But never Matt himself.
On numerous occasions at Wammy's he could recall dismembering the action figures of Captain America and Ironman alike. He did it just to watch the lesser, dorkier students cry… Only to find Matt later in the day and complement him on the… what was it… completeness of his Star Trek figure set. Matt had the entire original cast.
Mello could remember the exaggerated gagging noises he made when he heard a group of students gushing about their favorite show writers at a convention panel.
He, himself, had accompanied Matt to more of these conventions than he could count. Even one on his own, just to get some surprise merch for Matt.
That was what he was pissed about. Matt was the nerdiest nerd of them all.
And somehow Mello had fallen for him.
