An Informant's Assistant | Izaya Orihara x Reader

Your New Roommate

You woke up really early this morning to answer a phone call. At first, you thought it was Izaya, but it wasn’t.

“Hello, [Name]-chan~” said the voice on the phone, “Remember me?”

Indeed you did. The person on the phone was none other than your childhood friend, Kirigaya Izumi.

“Izumi-chan, is it not?” 

“EYYY! You remember me~!!” Izumi exclaimed with joy. “Do you miss me?”

You haven’t seen Izumi since high school and you gotta admit it: You did miss him.

“Yes, Izumi-chan. I miss you. It has been way too long.”

You’ve been with Izumi ever since kindergarten. The two of you were overachievers with excellent academic scores, allowing the two of you to be in the same class every year. That wasn’t really surprisingly, considering the fact that you guys studied together. You two actually did many things together as children, but what Izumi was going to say next was the most shocking news you’ve ever heard. 

“[Name]-chan, I’m moving to Ikebukuro,” Izumi started.

“That’s great! We will see each other again!” 

Izumi continued, “But my parents haven’t provided me money yet. I will receive it in a week or so. Therefore, can I live with you until then?”

A normal girl would have rejected him right away, but you weren’t just any regular girl. You were his childhood friend. You’ve been together for at least twelve years. Because of the trust you had accumulated from the past years, you decided to allow Izumi to dwell with you, but what you didn’t know was: People can change a lot in three years.

A few hours after the call, Izumi appeared at your doorstep. (You had given him your address through a text message.) You live in a [house/apartment] that had a guest bedroom in it so you permitted Izumi to sleep in there. Izumi quickly unpacked and settled into the little bedroom, and while he did, you wished you lived in a enormous building like Izaya’s. 

The moment Izumi finished packing, he asked asked for your wifi password. You gave the little brat the password, and he began texting to his heart's content. Sooner or later, you joined him, and when you did, he was quite surprised. 

"Do you use really your phone that often?" He asked. 

"Yeah, why?"

"It's just that you never seemed to use your phone a lot to talk to people since you never text me," He justified. 

Izumi scooted over next to you and glanced at your cool smartphone and saw the Dollar's chatroom. 

"Woah, that's a lot of people you're talking to." 

"Not really..." You stated.

All of a sudden, you receives a text from Izaya.

"Orihara Izaya: Are you coming over today?~" said the notification. 

The notification sparked some curiosity and perhaps disappointment in Izumi.

"[Name]-chan, does Orihara-san happen to be your boyfriend?" He asked.

You felt a bit embarrassed. "No... Why do you ask?" 

"Let me see that," Izumi said as he grabbed your phone.

Before you could stop him, he was already scrolling through your chat with Izaya.

"Eh... You two seem very romantic."

You held in a laugh. Izaya? Romantic? Of all the adjectives that people use to describe him, romantic was never used. 

Then, Izumi started to type a message to Izaya. He sent it before you even noticed. 

"Sorry, Izaya. My friend Izumi just moved in today, and I'm helping him unpack my things." 

Izaya replied immediately. "Eh... Do you want me to come over and help you?"

You blushed at the fact that Izaya wants to help. 

"Tell him 'sure'," You said.

Before Izumi typed anything, he asked, "Why do you always text Izaya but not me? You can clearly see from these messages that you talk to Izaya m8ore often."

"He's just a co-worker and a good friend of mine," You said, but your face clearly shows that you don't want it to be true. You want a stronger relationship than that.

Izumi smirked. "I would like to meet this guy," He said, and he quickly typed up your reply.

Soon enough, Izaya reached your house and rang the doorbell. You answered the door, and Izaya merrily entered. This was the first time he has been to your house. To be honest, you never told him your address, but this informant is amazing, isn't he?

"Good afternoon, Orihara-san. My name is Kirigaya Izumi. I'm a childhood friend of [Name]."

"He has been with me for twelve years until college separated us," You added on.

Izaya didn't seem impressed with this information, but he introduced himself. 

"My name is Orihara Izaya. I work as an underground informant with [Name]-chan, who organizes my files (I guess). I'm 21 years old." 

"Izaya, you're way older than that."

"Spare me~" 

"Anyway, you said you're here to help Izumi unpack?"

"To be honest, I've already finished unpacking, but I still have some boxes that could be stored on top of the closet," Izumi said.

"I'll help you," Izaya said.

"I'll make something for you two to eat, okay?" You asked.

"Sure," Izumi said with a great smile as he and Izaya walked towards the guest bedroom. 

As Izaya was helping Izumi lift the first box, Izaya spoke up.

"You only wanted me to come here because you wanted to see how I looked like, didn't you?"

"How did you know?" 

"It was obvious that [Name]-chan wouldn't reply so quickly, and that wasn't her texting style."

"Eh? You keep track on how fast [Name]-chan texts and reply, huh?"

Izaya changed the topic. "Are you pleased now? Don't I look beautiful?"

"I don't know... One thing's for sure: You look older than 21," Izumi replied. 

"Now, now, no need to be jealous."

"You like [Name]-chan, don't you?"

Izaya stopped joking around.

"Why would it matter to you whether or not I like her?" He asked.

"I like her, and it doesn't matter whether or not I become her boyfriend, right?

"It does matter."

"Why?"

"It just does," Izaya said.

"Whatever, but let me just tell you this: She has been separated from me for years, and she won't be separated from me again."