the mysterious fangurl(izaya x reader x shizuo)

Don't expose the plot

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

[Just now, I saw Kadota-san of the Dollars get slapped by a girl outside the ani**** in the central crossing. 

I think he was trying to help her since she didn't look well, but she ran off on her own and he chased after her. 

This scary-looking guy stopped them and they looked like they were about to brawl it out, until...

She threw up!!

They're now heading to Field 2 at Raira. Reporting this for anyone who knows what's up, those two look suspicious and I'm worried about Kadota-san...]

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The young adolescent promptly clicked into the image, revealing the scene described within the attached text of the mail chain. Pinching his fingers together to expand the clarity of their faces, his boyish features squinted in concentration.

'That's Toramaru's leader.' despite the heavy coverage of the male's visage, the boy could clearly recognise the visitor of Ikebukuro, though he wasn't quite able to exercise the same confidence when identifying the female.

"...Who?" His friends peered back at the sudden gesture of his voice, their shoes nonchalant kicking away the battered arms of their defeated opponents slumped onto the concrete floors. 

"What's happening this time?"

"...Hey, the place from the forum's recent post...can one of you go check it out?"

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You had somehow, albeit with the very generous assistance of your partners, managed to recover from the mishap earlier, allowing yourself to be led towards the school campus grounds of "Raira Academy", where you frankly felt much less conscious than the open streets where you had just threw up in. Being sat down on the steps after a rather much needed trip to the toilet, you did your best in maintaining what dignity you still had, though it was frankly difficult. 

"Here." The man named 'Dotachin' had returned, his grip holding out a cold beverage for you. However, this kind action only perpetuated the notion of reminding you about what you had just done, right in front of him, and Rocchi-san.

"T-thank you so much.."

'At least I managed to turn away from them in time...'

If this whole place really was a fictional piece of work...why did everything feel so real? 

Your hands mindlessly caressed the refreshingly cool bottle, as if trying to affirm this thought.

You could definitely feel it. 

"Geez, you scared us (y/n)-chan! I thought you would pass out again!"

Though Rocchi-san's tone was playful as always, you could just make out his unrelenting gaze plaguing the other male from the corner of your eyes; it was clear his mind was elsewhere, and you being here was hindering his intentions.

But, you strangely felt a sense of relief--as if you knew the two would be at each other's throats when left to their own devices. Well, it wasn't like you being there could do much, but at least they weren't fighting yet.

You let out a quiet sigh, trying to relax your hunched shoulders. This 'anime' world, or whatever it was...you would just have to think about all that later.

Since, you promised to help, didn't you. A real, proper promise that no matter what anyone said, no matter what your past was, meant something to you.

So, even if you didn't belong...who said an outsider couldn't care about this peculiar town?

"Umm, Rochhi-san, Dotachin-san..." The beanie-clad man's shoulders visibly tensed at the foreign mention of his name falling out of your lips, inciting you to quietly gulp in preparation, before soon resuming your confidence to speak.

"I'm really sorry about earlier again...and, this could be me talking out of my place, but..."

Now, both of them were fully engrossed in what you had to say; knowing you would not be able to take anything back the moment it reached their ears, your fingers clenched nervously under your tucked knees.

"I-I don't think you should be fighting each other right now...because I think someone is trying to turn the Dollars and Toramaru against each other, and destroy them in one ploy."

Who said an outsider couldn't care about this peculiar town--especially if that outsider knew exactly what was going to happen?