the mysterious fangurl(izaya x reader x shizuo)

don't trouble celty and shinra

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

You processed what he said, blankly dazing off.

"Ah!!"

That's right, you still had amnesia, and knew nothing about yourself except your first name.

That also meant you had nowhere to go.

"That's right, I need to figure things out. Well, I don't want to trouble Celty-san and Shinra-san..."

The PDA was almost shoved at you from how hurriedly Celty had pushed it towards you, though you knew it was unintentional.

"It's okay!! We don't mind."

"But Celty-san, I can't trouble you any further-"

"Say, if it's like that, do you want to stay with me?"

Everyone turned to the source who had cut you off, his wide smirk still spread across his lips as you met his eyes.

"W-wait, Orihara-kun, what are you saying, (y/n)-chan can definitely stay with us-"

"Shinra, did you not hear her? She doesn't want to bother you guys anymore, and it's also better since I can help gather her information and find out who she is, right?"

"T-that's.."

"Ehh?! Izaya-kun, you can do that?!"

"Of course, (y/n)-chan, I am the almighty Orihara Izaya afterall~"

"You were right, (y/n)-chan, he does have a god complex."

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Awkward silence filled the space between the pair as they walked back to izaya's apartment.

*flashback*

"Orihara-kun, Istill don't think it's a good idea-"

"Shinra-san, it's okay! I don't wanna trouble you and Celty-san anymore, and I might be able to find out who I am with his help! Don't worry, I know where to kick where the sun doesn't shine!"

"(y/n)-chan..........."

Celty barged into the conversation, aggressively thrusting her PDA into Izaya's face.

"If you hurt her I WILL kill you!!!!!!!!"

Shizuo got up, his veins pooping out, an angry grin forming on his lips. It wasn't a real smile.

"You bastard, if (y/n) stays with you she'll catch your flea disease. If it comes down to it she can just stay with me, I owe her that much."

" Ehh, but Shizu-chan, I'm worried you'll throw another vending machine at her~"

Chaos then ensued, Celty and Shinra trying to calm the man as Izaya skipped out of the apartment, ignoring the echoing war cries resounding from behind him, dragging you along by your hand.

*flashback end*

"Hey, (y/n)-chan?"

Izaya suddenly spun backwards, stopping when he faced you.

"Hmm, what is it, Izaya-kun?"

"How do you know me and Shizu-chan? Were you our classmate? Perhaps a shy girl who secretly fell in love with the both of us?"

"Hahaha, that's funny Izaya-kun. I'm not sure, but I just feel like all of this is so..."

You paused for awhile, finding the words.

"...familiar...but, at the same time, I don't know if I've actually been here."

You earned no response, raising your orbs back up at him to find out why.

He looked abit, crazy.

'I-Izaya-kun...?"

You called out, hoping it would snap him out of his daze, and if possible, change his expression.

It had the opposite effect.

"This is really so wonderful! Marvelous! That's why I just have to love humans in the end!!"

He spread him arms out widely, his handsome face elevated up to the sky, completely disregarding the weird looks that passerbys gave him. Or maybe he simply didn't notice them.

"I-Izaya-kun...are you okay...?" you once again called out, this time with much more hesitation and unease, though still praying he would listen to you this time.

"Ah, sorry (y/n)-chan, I guess I got a bit too excited. "

You allowed yourself to let out a sigh of relief.

"Anyway, even though you don't remember, I think this is yours so you should really keep it."

Izaya then tossed you something, the object landing on your hands remarkably. It was the same smartphone that he had showed you a while back.

You frowned at it. It did seem like it was yours, but you couldn't be sure.

Still, you agreed with Izaya.

"Thanks, Izaya-kun. I will then."

you nonchalantly slid it into your skirt pocket, (which you had also apologetically borrowed from Celty) making a mental note to look through it later.

"So, shall we go, (y/n)-chan?"

"Ah, right."