To write mpreg, or to not write mpreg. that is the question.

It was a day in the week Mello dreaded most. Not only was there no classes in session that could bring him that much closer to fulfilling his goal, defeating Near, but it was also the day when a local flower cart is allowed to enter the orphanage and give out a daisy, lily, rose, or any one flower of choice to any kid who was interested.

The love-sick children often took this as an opportunity to show their feelings through the notion of giving their crush their favorite flower. And since Mello seemed to be the most popular boy in the orphanage and since no one knew exactly what his favorite plant was, he was bombarded with assortments of offerings every Sunday. Almost like clockwork.

"U-um.. Mello, th-this is for you." An extremely shy brunette couldn't hide the enormous blush she held while practically spilling out her heart in the form of a yellow carnation.

Unfortunately for her, a certain blonde's heart wasn't all 'warm and fuzzy' as hers seemed to be. "No." His reply was short and cold.

Regardless of the perpetual rejections, Mello still found himself with more and more flowers practically shoved in his face. "ENOUGH." His face was red and he was done. He quickly made his way to his room. The whole day did not go unnoticed by a little gamer, however.

The boy never understood why, but every time the blonde would storm to their room, he'd lock himself in the bathroom at least until after dinner. Maybe he needed to blow off some steam in the bath before returning to reality? Honestly, Matt couldn't possibly think up a good reason to be mad over receiving various shit from pretty girls. Then again, even though the two were best friends, Matt still wasn't a hundred percent sure on which way his temperamental friend swung (he definitely had his ownhopeful and favorable answer in mind all the time). The possibility of that deterring Mello was then quickly out the door when he remembered the surprising number of hot boys who attempted to win over Mello and ultimately failed. Striped shoulders shrugged as he trudged on up the dorm building's steps to get to his shared room.

Sure enough, hot water could be heard through the bathroom door as a indication the blonde was preparing for a bath. Matt was about to reach for his DS on the coffee table to realize that it wasn't there. Thinking back to the last time he had it, he recalled placing it on the bathroom sink to brush his teeth that morning but then forgot to move it otherwise.

A soft knocking sound was produced under Matt's pale knuckles over the plain, white door.

"What?"

"I left something in there. Mind if I come in real quick to get it?" There was no reply other than a flick of a door knob to show it was now unlocked. Matt registered the invitation and swiftly opened the door to reunite himself with a precious possession- until he got a good look at Mello's mug before the blonde could completely turn away from his friend. "What the fuck?"

Mello covered his face with his still clothed arms. "Don't. Say. Anything."

Now, who could not when their best friend had these weird-as-fuck bumps all over his redder-than-Matt's-fucking-hair face? "When? How? …why?"

"Such music to my ears when I kindly told you to shut the hell up." Mello sneered. Even though the blonde had his back facing him, Matt could still feel Mello's glare.

"Seriously," Matt continued to ignore his friend's bitterness, "what happened? You were fine, despite your piss-poor attitude, a second ago!"

Matt only gaped when Mello turned fully to face him. Yep, those were some nasty looking marks. "Damnit! Fine! I'm allergic to those death traps they call 'flowers', happy?" Mello seethed.

No. Matt was not happy. He had many a time felt curious as to what his friend's reaction would be to his forwardness of his true feelings he held for the older boy if he were really to muster up the balls to give him a rose or some corny shit like that. All of those fantasies now of a blushing Mello stuttering as he thanked the damn, handsome redhead for the gift by also giving him a firework-inducing kiss went all up in smoke. "Why didn't you tell those girls earlier? Or even me for that matter?"

Mello looked ashamedly to the floor and mumbled something indecipherably.

"What?"

"I don't like showing weakness!" Mello half-screeched. Oh yeah, Matt forgot about that ego that was almost as big as his roommate's hunger for chocolate….. Hmmm. Speaking of the sweet…

"Then I'll give you chocolate when I confess my love for you."

Mello fully turned to stare down Matt. "What?"

"I said, 'I'll give you chocolate when I assess the severity of your allergy.

"Um… okay?" A small blush graced Mello's cheeks.

How… enticing. "Oh, and then I'll kiss you senseless."

"What the fuck? Now you c-can't deny what you just said 'cause I heard loud and clear what you- mpff!" Sure it wasn't as Matt had planned to win his love, and sure Mello started to dominate the kiss, but the redhead was just all too happy that he had conquered his much desired fantasy.

Poor DS was forgotten on the bathroom sink.

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