the mysterious fangurl(izaya x reader x shizuo)

don't say something that can't be unsaid

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

The man departed from the area once again, allowing me to process things.

So, I was hit by a vending machine that just happened to fly by, coincidentally smashing into my head,

Got saved by the lady in the bike helmet and the guy in the lab coat that both seem familiar,

Went into a comma for three days...

And apparently I know a furball of sadism that has a god complex.

Wow, that was quite the development, huh? I wonder what kind of life I had before.
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I winced at the slight pain that rang through my head as I carefully got up from the futon below me. My body felt sluggish and weak, and my limbs felt weak and numb. I groaned, pulling myself up with significant effort.

To be fair, I was in a coma for three days. And, it was a soaring vending machine.

As I stumbled towards the wooden doors, I heard footsteps and soft voices. Now that I was closer they were just barely audible.

"Remember, the two of you can't fight in front of her okay? She's still recovering and loud voices might cause a headache-"

"Yeah yeah, I get it already."

"Shizu-chan, you of all people shouldn't be saying that."

"Why you-"

"Volume..!"

I couldn't resist, curiously pushing the door ajar, coming face to face with the same guy in the lab coat, this time accompanied with two other men.

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Normal POV:

"Izaya-kun? Shizu-chan?"

Not even the girl was conscious of what she had muttered out, oblivious that she could never take it back.

She had said something that could never be unsaid.

Her innocent (e/c) eyes looked around, puzzled at why all of them had turned to her simultaneously.