Coming home to him after doing whatever you do.

Tags-Matt, Mile Jeevas, Mello, L Lawliet, Death Note, Shinigami

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You kick off your shoes at the front door, letting out a long, exhausted sigh that feels like it’s been building up for the last eight hours. Your shoulders are tight, your feet ache, and all you want to do is melt into the floor.

The apartment smells faintly of stale tobacco and cheap takeout—the familiar, comforting scent of Matt.

Looking toward the living room, you see him exactly where you expected him to be. He’s slouched halfway down the couch, knees spread wide, completely absorbed in the glowing screen of his laptop. A cigarette dangles loosely from his lips, a thin trail of smoke curling toward the ceiling as his fingers fly across the keyboard with practiced, effortless speed. You catch the rapid clack-clack-clack of his typing, wondering briefly if he’s working on one of his own personal coding projects or if Mello finally dragged him into some high-stakes, stressful favor.

As the front door clicks shut, Matt doesn't immediately look up, but his fingers freeze over the keys. For a second, he lingers, staring intensely at whatever data is plastered across the screen, finalizing a thought or saving his progress.

Then, the tension leaves his frame. He snaps the laptop shut with one hand, snatches it up, and slides off the couch in one fluid, lazy motion.

"Hey," he murmurs, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that instantly cuts through your leftover work stress.

He walks over to you, tucking the laptop under his arm like an oversized textbook. The haze of smoke follows him, but as he stops right in front of you, his hidden eyes behind those red-tinted goggles lock onto yours. He takes a slow drag, blows the smoke away from your face, and gives you a crooked, lopsided smile.

"You look like you just survived a war zone," he says, leaning his weight onto one hip. "Want to talk about it, or should I just let you use me as a mattress for the rest of the night?"

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