Just being misunderstood (Izaya x OC)}DuRaRaRa!! fanfiction

First - Flaws

19th October [2 months and 6 days before he disappeared]

A girl... Inbetween other people.

I looked around the room. Psychology class was about to start. Yet, the professor wasn't there yet. The students were standing around and chatting with other students. Nobody talked to me. But it is fine like that.

What's so special about this girl?

I don't want to get close to a lot of people. I enjoy observing them. Only that. As the door opened, the students stopped chatting and sat back to their desks. The professor came in.

And why would this man turn out to be an important part of this story?

He was one of the youngest professors in university. His hair was black. He wore glasses with a Wayfarer-style, which actually didn't suit him at all. His black suit which was probably ironed just the night before, wasn't dirty at all. Yet as always he brushed his hands three times against it as if to brush off some dust. He would always do that before his lesson started. I noticed it after a while.

There is not much to these two people.

My heterochromic eyes met his green ones. His eyes were the flashiest part of him. They almost seemed to glow. But that probably was only because he wore black and had black hair.

Maybe it is not even worth telling this story...

He smiled. Gladly, he was one of the people who were close to me. We found out that we shared some interests. Psychology, of course, was one of these things. Yet... There was an other thing that seemed so interesting... So prepossessing about him.

If you think about it... These two people are just like anyone else. But maybe... A bit odd.

I can't put it in words... It is not love I feel for him. Not at all. And it's also not admiration... It simply is that I want to find out more about him.

He is irony itself. He is a professor teaching psychology. Yet he has a mental disorder.

The lesson started.

She can read people like pages in a book. This is both, a curse and a blessing.

Psychology. One of the things I loved the most on this world. I simply love to find out how humans react and think. Not because I love humans themselves. Only because I think it is better to know what would happen next.

It's weird, isn't it?

What would the person you are talking to, do next if you were to do something that not suits their taste. Would they shout to you? Would they just stare at you as if you murdered somebody? Or would they simply start to hate you?

That even though these two people were nothing more but humans like everyone else... And yet they are different than everyone else.

I wrote some notes into my notebook and sighed as I looked back up towards the professor while he was talking.

And with that, both have one thing in common:

It was quiet in the room. There only was the sound of pens scratching against the paper. For some reason that sound had a calming effect to me.

They were different from society. They kept themselves away from it.

Every once in a while my eyes met with the professor's. And each time he smiled. His smile was as crooked as always. It was kinda awkward. Yet, once you got used to it, it would always feel like a warm welcoming and it gave you a feeling of wanting to tell him the troubles you've been having, lately.

Not because they hated everyone else. Not because they wanted to be left alone in their own little world.

He was the kind of guy who hated farewells. He always smiled and almost never said goodbye. As if he was sure of the fact that we would soon meet again.

It simply was because they didn't feel welcome.

But little did I know at that moment... He soon would disappear. And I won't be able to find him.

They didn't feel welcome in the big group of humans which calls itself "society".

15th May [7 months and 10 days before he disappeared]

We sat together in a café. He ordered a Latte Macchiato. Before drinking it, he poured in two small paper bags of sugar and stirred in it with his spoon around for five times. It was as if he had a routine for drinking his coffee. And also even though he seemed like the type of guy who loved his bitter, strong coffee, he hated if his coffee was too bitter.

He suddendly stared at his watch. It was exactly 5pm. He then took out his phone and checked his messages for about five minutes. Then he put it back in the pocket of his jacket.

Only a few months passed after I befriended myself with him. And even though he still was a friend of mine, I couldn't help but keeping up that habit of observing people. And with that also observing him.

After he took a few gulps of his coffee, he put the glass back on the table and stirred the spoon in it for about another 5 times. He then looked at me. His smile, as if he was nervous about something. "Why... Are you always observing me like that, Kurogami-san...?"

I didn't even answer his question. My mouth opened as if they had an own will and my voice seemed to spill out like the professor's Latte almost did as I asked following question:

"Professor... Do you suffer from Obsessive Compulsive Disorder?"

After I asked that, he shrugged. And his skin seemed to turn paler than it already was. As if it was the skin of a corpse. Yet he smiled. His awkward, crooked smile...

"So... You noticed, huh?" He faced towards me. His eyes glared at me through his glasses. "It's kinda... Weird isn't it? I am teaching psychology in a university and yet I am having a mental disorder which I can't even control by myself." He paused for a while.

"How come you noticed?"

How I noticed? Maybe it simply was the fact that everything he did seemed to be a routine for him. He never stepped on the second last step whenever we walked down some stairs. He only looked at his phone whenever exactly one hour passed. And he only would look at it for about five minutes. He always seemed to live his life in a systematic pattern with unwanted or repeated thoughts, feelings and behaviors. And yet he did his best to not be noticed my others.

"Only through observing, huh?", he asked while scratching the back of his head. He always did that when he didn't know what to say.

I tried my best to put on a smile. "Of course it is weird. But..." I averted my glance from him and stared out the window. "It is interesting. It is interesting that for such a professor as you, the longing for perfection is a flaw, itself. And that it even is a disorder."

For a while it was quiet. Until the professor raised his voice. "But what about you, Kurogami-san? What are your flaws?"

I was surprised as he asked this. Not because it was an unusual question. But more because it was a weird question to ask for the professor. "Well... I guess..."

I stared at the people who were walking past the window of which I was looking out.

I kinda had to laugh at my own answer. "I guess I have the ability to feel too much when I shouldn't and feel nothing when I should."