You sat on the couch at the Task Force HQ, shivering like crazy because of the season. *sarcasm* Yaaaay Winter...

Matsuda came over to you holding a mug. Steam was curling off the brim. "Hey, _____, I made you some tea! You looked a little cold. I, uh, know how you don't like coffee that much. Heh. It's mint flavored!"

"Thank you very much, Matsuda." Seriously. He needs to be appreciated more.

"Don't mention it, buddy."

"_____, we are just about to start. Wanna play?" Misa held out Mello's boot.

"Y-yeah. Sure." Shivering does not help your case.

As you were picking out an item, you looked over Misa's shoulder to see Mello wearing nothing but a leather vest and skinny jeans, munching on one of his trademark chocolate bars.

'How is he not cold? I feel like one of those frozen fish on one of those frozen ice trays. Mello is absolutely insane,' You think.

"Just pick already... I can do so much more in forty seconds than you can," Light, with a Kira sign taped to his back, said impatiently.

Anyways. You pulled out a... STICK OF EYELINER.

"Oh, so it appears you have chosen me," L expressed expressionlessly. (Gosh. I don't even know. XD My bro said L wears eyeliner and I WAS RUNNING OUT OF IDEASS...ok. keep reading.)

"Wait.. no, L. It appears we have a MISTAKE." Mello said coldly. How funny. He has to be cold in only a leather vest. No doubt. "It's my turn."

Matt intervened. "Mello, that's not how you play the game. I should know. I play video games for a living."

"For once, Matt, I have to agree with you," Near pondered, twisting up his hair. "Although I do prefer more classic, strategic games over pixilated dummies fighting for useless pixilated prizes. That's probably why you need to wear prescription goggles."

"HEY NEAR THAT'S MY BEST FRIEND YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT," Mello shouted. "GO TO BED, SHEEPY BOY."

Near stayed still. "Hmph."

"Hmm... Mello, if my inferences are correct, you must have feelings towards _____. In that case, have fun. It's a good thing I don't know about... love... or else I might have been... hmm... what's that word I read about... annoyed...," L said, lost in thought.

"Huh?" Mello's eyes widened, blush covering his face.

"Mello, you better just run off with _____ before you punch someone in the face," Matt said, pushing Mello on top of you. His skin was warm. "Ha ha!"

"I-I'm s-sorry _____. I-it was t-that idiot, Matt. I SWEAR!" Mello was nervous. He looked a deeper red than before.

Matt rolled his eyes. "Just kiss already. Mello, I already know you like _____. It's so obvious."

"S-SHUT UP."

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"Hmm. You smell like chocolate," You couldn't help but say your thoughts out loud. "At least you smell better than your boots..."

"Hmm. You smell like mint," Mello got closer to you to pretend to sniff your breath. He must have been watching you drink your tea.

He put his lips to your ears and murmured, "You want to know what the best kind of chocolate is?" You could hear the smirk in his voice. "It's mint chocolate."

You couldn't take it any loner. There must be a thousand nerves in a person's ear because geez, all this whispering triggered a giggle to escape your lips.

"Wow Mello."

"Gosh, _____, you are completely adorable when you smile... Wait... What? I mean cute... Wait no. Please, I was just trying to tell you I like chocolate. And you... Uh..." Was Mello blushing? Ha. He was never the best at controlling his emotions.

You grinned. "Aww, is Mello nervous?"

"..."

You got closer to Mello, then sat on his lap.

"Ah! _____! Why are you so cold?" Mello flinched, but held your freezing body.

"Mello, why are you so hot?" you smirked at your intelligent play on words.

Mello flushed deep red, making his skin heat up more. "I... Uh..."

"Ha ha. Don't you know I'm messing with you?" You looked up at Mello's face and poked his nose. "I meant your temperature, silly."

"Ahhh... Riiight. I knew that."

*Sneez*

"_____, are you getting sick?" Mello asked you.

"Getting sick of you. Haha!" *Cough* *Sneeze*

Mello got closer to your face. "You shouldn't kid around like that, _____."

Number one rule of life: don't piss Mello off.

"So what, Mello? Whatcha gonna do about it? Hmmm???"

Mello tackled you down and pinned you on the bed so you couldn't move. His expression said 'death' but his eyes said 'I can't hurt you'.

"Aye Mello! You're time is up!" Matt walked in. He pretended to wipe away a tear. "Aww. They grow up so fast."

"Matt, you're such an idiot." Mello got up and stormed out of the room.

"Why thank you."

(A/N)
I don't know. I was bored.
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Well I've been on vacation and I had no wifi so like I've just been writing lots of things on Wattpad because vacation is boring.
Uh yeah. Here's another little Mello thingy.
Bye bye.

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