the mysterious fangurl(izaya x reader x shizuo)

don't embarrass yourself

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

You were now seated on the living room couch, getting interrogated by the three forms looming before you. The bespectacled male cleared his throat, beginning his questioning.

"Ahem, so I think first of all...what's your name?"

You thought for abit, furrowing your eyebrows hardly.

"It's...(y/n)..."

"You don't remember your last name?"

You shook your head, tensing your shoulders uncomfortably.

"Haha, well, take it slow for now, you did just wake up. I'm Kishitani Shinra, nice to meet you~"

You unconsciously relaxed at his comforting laugh.

"And these two-"

Turning to the two behind him, he continued.

"Orihara Izaya-kun, the furball of sadism with a god complex, and Heiwajima Shizuo-kun, the inconsiderate jerk who threw the vending machine that hit you, thus bringing you into this mess~!"

He was promptly smacked on the back of the head by the blonde, which seemed to hurt alot from his reaction. 'Izaya-kun' smirked to himself.

"Ah."

'Shizuo' let out a soft exclamation, as if he remembered something. Turning away from his still wincing companion, he faced you, carrying a nonchalant expression.

"My bad about hitting you with the vending machine."

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I clenched my fist, fighting to control the emotions within me.

"-in summary you were hit by a vending machine-"

"-the inconsiderate jerk who threw the vending machine that hit you, thus bringing you into this mess~!"

"My bad about hitting you with the vending machine."

So, HE was the one who threw the vending machine...?

And yet he's acting so casual about it...?

I couldn't stop myself anymore, it was just so overwhelming.

"You THREW a vending machine?!?! That's SOO awesome, how did you do that?! I wanna learn too!! You get to do so many things; like beating up thugs the way they deserve-"

My squeals trailed off, a deep blush forming across my features. They looked so surprised, of course they would, when I'm acting so out of line like this!

I should apologize, before I embarrass myself even more--

"Hahahahah!!"

Loud laughter filled the room, cutting off my train of thought. I looked back in confusion at the pair who were producing such sounds, forgetting my own unease in the moment. 'Shizu-chan' was directing his gaze to the other side, almost like he was purposefully avoiding me.

Huh?

Wait, this kinda feels more embarrassing now.

Only 'Shinra'-san noticed the deepening of my blush, trying to speak to me in between failed attempts of stifling his laughter.

"Hahaha--s-sorry (y/n)-chan, it's just....pfft--usually, people are scared of him and...pfft--!!"

"You're very interesting aren't you, (y/n)-chan?"

Izaya bent down to my level, now no longer laughing. He leaned his face close to mine; close enough for me to have a undeserving view of his perfect complexion. I instinctively looked down, my eyes fixed on my lap.

Ah, I didn't mean to do that, but he was too near...

We were thankfully interrupted by Shinra-san calling out to someone.

Did I say 'thankfully'?

"Celty! It's okay, you can come out!"

My head darted around, catching sight of a slender figure wrapped in a tight black bodysuit, emerging from the other side of the room shyly. 

Ah, it's the lady from before...