Snake[Izaya X Reader]

Just another day

The meeting comes to an end, and everyone files out of the conference room. Nick joins the group outside, engaging in conversation and laughter. His popularity and respect are evident in any setting. You observe the group of people walk out of the room while Jean leans back in his chair, waiting for the room to clear before turning his attention to you.

"How are you feeling?" Jean asks, glancing at you. "How's your wound?"

"It's improving," you reply, meeting his gaze. "I saw our doctor today; luckily, the injury isn't severe. The bullet grazed my hip, so there's no serious damage. I should recover fully soon."

"Thank goodness," Jean says, offering a calm smile. "Nevertheless, it's crucial for you to rest and recuperate properly."

"I understand, but there's no time for that," you remark.

"That doesn't matter; you'll need to make time. Pushing yourself too hard while injured could worsen the condition," Jean reasons. "You know that," he adds, "don't worry; the rest of us will ensure that everything proceeds as planned."

"Thank you," you reply, smiling softly. "I'll still take breaks; I'll make sure to rest."

"That's good to hear," Jean says, smiling. "Do you need a ride home?"

"No, it's fine. I'll head downstairs first; I want to have a drink and see the bar better," you say.

"Alright, but please let me know when you're ready to leave or if you need anything," Jean insists.

"I'll be fine, don't worry," you reassure him, standing up. "I'll see you soon." With that, you leave the room, Jean watching you go. Descending the stairs, you take in the elegant surroundings of the bar. It's clearly frequented by individuals of high social standing. Approaching the counter, you greet the bartender, Max, who is cleaning a glass. He sets the glass down then flashes you a charming smile.

"Good afternoon," Max greets you. "What can I get you?" he asks. You've met recently due to your frequent visits to the bar.

"[The drink]," you reply, to which he nods. Glancing around, you note the lively atmosphere while waiting for the drink.

"Here you go," Max says, setting the drink before you, "is this your pick of choice?" he asks.

"Yes," you reply and Max hums, he notes it to make sure to prepare your drink next time with no need to ask.

"Excuse me," he says, turning to a girl who approaches the bar intending to pay. The young girl smiles widely at him, her hair braided as glasses rest on her nose. Another girl of similar size stands nearby. Upon closer inspection, you realize they are twins, though their styles of dressing and hair are vastly different. As you sip your drink and relax, various thoughts occupy your mind. Glancing aside, you observe the girls heading outside and approaching a man who bears a striking resemblance to Orihara. Tilting your head slightly for a better view, you soon confirm that it is indeed Orihara. Your gaze lingers on him, there's something about him, something intriguing and alluring - he looks inside, and your eyes meet his.

"Fuck-," you mutter to yourself as Izaya smirks and exchanges words with the girls before entering, not giving you time to avoid him.

"[f/n]-chan!" he opens his arms wide as if you're close friends, a playful smile on his lips. While the attention of such a handsome man as Orihara wouldn't typically bother you, the real issue lies in his personality.

"Orihara," you say calmly since you'll hardly avoid him now. "What brings you here, business?" you say then cross your legs slowly.

"You," he says charmingly and you smile sarcastically, his smile lifts slowly on one side and turns into a smirk.