the mysterious fangurl(izaya x reader x shizuo)

don't say something that can't be unsaid...........AGAIN

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

I was startled when a knock sounded on my door, disturbing my much needed rest.

"Who is it?"

I called out, still refusing to budge from the consolations of my soft bed.

"(y/n)-chan, it's me~"

I got up reluctantly, the frame of the bed creaking in retort at my departure. Unlatching the door sloppily, revealing a beaming Izaya.

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

"Well (y/n)-chan, since you don't have anything besides your smartphone..."

You cocked your head, wondering what he was going to say next.

"We're going shopping~!"
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Normal POV:

The two of you sat down at a cafe, heaps of shopping bags beside your selves. As the waitress left with your order, you turned to the person sitting before you.

"Izaya-kun, shouldn't Namie-onee-san be the one to go with me? Why are you here?"

"Ehh, don't be so cold (y/n)-chan~"

Your glance drifted to the ridiculous amount of bags next to you and sweatdropped.

"Didn't we buy too much? I mean, I would be fine with just a few pieces..."

"Nonsense! (y/n)-chan, you're a girl!! You need much more than that!!"

"Okay..."

The waitress soon returned with your drinks, politely setting them down with an amiable smile, leaving once more when she had done so. As you sipped on your own beverage, you peered over at the Izaya, who was currently focused on his cup that contained black coffee.

'For a guy he understands a lot about girls....'

You then realized the awkward silence surrounding the atmosphere around the two of you, your insides internally cringing. You should think of a topic...

"Izaya-kun?"

"Hmm, what is it (y/n)-chan?"

He looked up, his full attention directed at you.

"You like bitter things, right? I can see why you ordered black coffee, haha."

You chuckled nervously to yourself as you finished your sentence, until you saw the change in expression. His eyes widened for a second, and his smirk curved downwards, into a frown.

"(y/n)-chan, how do you know I like bitter things? I didn't tell you this."

The size of you eyes enlarged as his words sunk in, your hand clasping over your gaping mouth.

How DID you know Izaya liked bitter things?

Did you know him?

Why did it come out so naturally?

And why...

Your gaze moved back to Izaya.

Does he have a smirk on his face?