the mysterious fangurl(izaya x reader x shizuo)

Don't have Déjà vu

disclaimer: durarara!! does not belong to me. i am just your average fangurl who makes fanfictions
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Your POV:

Even though this was only our second meeting, I had never been more relieved to see someone.

Well, except that I lost my memory.

Until I remembered that Rocchi-san had just saved me from the ungraceful fate of falling flat on my face in the middle of a busy street.

Is it just me, or do I keep getting strong feelings of Déjà vu today?

I barely registered that Rocchi-san had already pulled me back into safety with a swift but careful motion, only noticing when his hold of me released and I was still in no danger of splattering onto the surface below. Having completed his intended task, Rocchi-san now retracted his hand to support the falling hat that was resting at the top of his head, pleasantly tipping it off in a concurrent action as he broke into a cheery smile.

"Are you okay? It'd be a real tragedy for a lady like you to get hurt!"

"Y-yeah! I'm sorry..."

I could feel the flushing of my complexion getting worse; was it because I ran like mad just now? No, but I can't even try to deny this is really embarrassing though, especially when I caused trouble for Rocchi-san in the past like this too...even though this is only our second meeting--I didn't think I was so clumsy.

Well, except that I lost my memory.

Rocchi-san seemed to perceive my troubled demeanor, but he didn't say anything. Rather, he focused on brushing back the many locks of hair that had gone astray from my previous phenomenon of temporary superpower and were now engulfing parts of my face in retaliation, still maintaining his beam. This didn't help the state of my complexion, and my face only felt hotter than before, but I didn't mind not having to speak for awhile.

"Hey, don't mention it at all, (y/n)-chan! It's always an honour. Though...maybe next time we switch it up with a thank you, instead?"

"Ah..."

'When someone helps you, you should just say thank you instead of sorry.'

It wasn't just me, afterall.

But this kind of Déjà vu...

I don't hate it.

For the first time in a while my form subconsciously relaxed, and I could feel my posture loosen with ease as a sheepish laugh slipped out.

As I thought, Shizu-chan and Rocchi-san are such nice people.

"Thank you, Rocchi-san."

"No, no; thank YOU, (y/n)-chan!"

"Eh?"

I didn't really understand, but I had let out another laugh before I could stop myself.

I hadn't seen Rocchi-san in a bit, but it didn't seem like he changed at all. He even looked exactly the same as the last time we met: a light beige fancy fedora positioned perfectly at the top of his head, with charming locks of red-brown hair falling effortlessly around the edges of his defined jaw, and a fairly attractive face that peeked through lots of bandages-

"Wai--Rocchi-san, by any chance do you have more bandages than before?!"

No, he definitely had more bandages than before.

Now, even the entire side of his left eye was bundled in a long roll of white dressing, and his cheeks looked more swollen too. Rocchi-san simply chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck as he shifted his front away from me as casually as possible.

"This is embarrassing...I can't believe the two times we meet my handsome face has to be covered like this! It's really nothing you should worry about though."

"Eh, but who could have..."

He already looked quite badly beaten, who could have done such horrible things to a nice person like Rocchi-san? Afterall, he even helped a creepy stranger like me, so why would anyone have a reason to do this to a kind man like him?

Rocchi-san paused for a moment, as if he knew the end of my unknowingly incomplete question and was deliberating on how he should answer--or maybe he was just waiting for me to speak again. I didn't though, even when the silence between us began to grow awkward.

Because, I couldn't bring myself to anymore.

Because, I didn't have to ask anymore.

Because,

I think I know the answer.

An intuition, maybe even just an innocent guess? I could keep telling myself these uselessly comforting words, but I knew better than to continue deluding myself anymore.

Today wasn't the only day I got Déjà vu.

Because, all this time, I've...

No, she knew, didn't she?

'Durarara!!' was an anime...right?

When I didn't give in to Rocchi-san's unspoken request, he brought his hand up to his neck again, this time massaging the area awkwardly, like he didn't really want to speak.

Like he was a bit uncomfortable.

"Well, it's a long story...but you know your friend? The one that was there when you fainted."

I knew, but I wanted to know once more.

To be sure.

"Heiwajima Shizuo, was it? Yeah, that guy. Well, we had a good fight to settle some scores."

"Ahh...I see."

I really was terrible at acting, no wonder Izaya-kun always got the better of me.

"But, we settled it good! And, he doesn't seem like a bad guy too."

It's disturbing.

Rocchi-san was so nice, trying to comfort me because he knows I'm friends with Shizu-chan...

But Shizu-chan is nice too.

So, why did this happen?

It's disturbing.

Rocchi-san and Shizu-chan, they're both nice people, and I know that for sure.

"What do you want?"

Everywhere I go, it's disturbing.

More than before, more than ever, as usual...

A voice from behind that sounded very familiar called out, and I knew who it would be even before I turned around. Rocchi-san seemed to recognise who it was too, and his voice changed to a tone I wasn't used to hearing.

"Oh? So you were on to me?"

So why did all these nice people have to get caught up in something like this?

The city of Ikebukuro has always been disturbing, no matter what.

I mean...these nice people--they're real right? Every one of them.

Oh no, I think I'm going to gag.

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Normal POV:

The man's slender frame slouched against a beige pillar of the bustling subway station, his attention effortlessly divided between the two smartphones clutched in either palm. Just as he finished typing the last character of his now completed email, a soft click signaled the end of his phone call, relieving the man of his need to multitask.

Though, the man didn't seem to think of it as a chore.

As he reviewed the results of his handiwork, the man's amused lips unfolded into that of a wide satisfied grin, finally tapping the 'send' button once he had done so before taking a leisurely stroll into the opening doors of the train carriage that had just arrived.

"Now then, shall we begin? I'll see you again soon, (y/n)-chan. Good luck."

The man known as Orihara Izaya loved all humans equally, no matter what.