MELT MY HEART – MattMello

"Your heart is made of chocolate, Mello."

"What?"

"Your heart is made of chocolate." Matt repeated, his voice careful. Mello couldn't see the man locked away in the kitchen, but he was sure the gamer was grinning. Mello scowled, already annoyed from the ban on chocolate Matt had enforced that day.

"What the hell are you talking about? My heart is made of muscle and blood and cells and all that scientific junk. It's the same as yours."

"Awww, our hearts are the same? I never knew you were so romantic, Mels!" Mello could just hear the snicker in Matt's voice. It pissed him off.

"Shut the fuck up!" Mello yelled, jumping to his feet and kicking open the kitchen door. He was greeted with the sweet smell of warm chocolate and the sight of Matt pouring the brown liquid into moulds. There was a messy slop from when Matt had been startled by the kicked in door, but he continued nonetheless.

"Matt, what - ?"

"Your heart's made of chocolate, Mello." Matt said, and held the chocolate-filled moulds up. "I melted your heart."