the mysterious fangurl(izaya x reader x shizuo)

don't think about difficult things by yourself

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

This is awkward...

You thought as you glanced over to the blonde sitting next to you, still smoking his cigarette. Not able to take the painful silence, you gulped, preparing to break it.

"Hey, Shizu-chan, do you hate Izaya-kun or something? Every time he's around you get really mad."

He looked at you for a moment, putting down his cigarette and changing his expression to a dazed one. He then looked back down to his hands that held the white stick, his eyes half-closed as if he was remembering something.

"...Yeah well, a lot of things happened and we tried to kill each other lots of time..."

He said nonchalantly as he played around with the cigarette. Hearing no reply from you, he looked towards you, wondering what had happened. You were fumbling with your hands and your lips were pursed into a deep frown, it was more than obvious you were thinking about something else.

"What's wrong?" Shizuo called out to you, snapping you back into reality.

" Sorry, Shizu-chan, I was just thinking about things..." your voice trailed off at the end of the sentence.

"Do you wanna talk about it? It might make you feel better. I'll listen if you want."

You hesitated, wondering what Shizuo would think. Though, you did need to talk to someone about this. this---

Strange situation.

"Shizu-chan, after shopping with Izaya-kun, we stopped at a cafe for a break, and he ordered black coffee....and the atmosphere was really awkward, so I wanted to start a conversation....and-" you stopped, pursing up your lips again.

"Did that flea do something to you?" you could hear irritation forming in his tone.

" N-no, nothing like that!! It's just...I...knew that he liked bitter things." you finished, shooting a quick glance at the male to see what sort of expression he had.

It was a face that did not understand.

"Huh?"

"Like I said, I knew that he liked bitter things."

"Yeah, what's wrong with that?"

"Shizu-chan, I lost my memory. and from what I've heard, none of you know me."

"Ah."

"And....I unconsciously called you shizu-chan and called Izaya-kun Izaya-kun...even though I had met you for the first time..." related thoughts stopped your sentence.

How DID you know them?

When they didn't know you?

When you had lost your memory?

When you barely even remembered your own name?

"I think that's fine."

His voice cut your neverending thoughts short, causing you to look up with widened eyes.

"You might have known us but we forgot. or something like that. Plus, you lost your memory. Don't worry about something like that when you're still recovering.."

His voice was soft and gentle, and his lips turned up, forming into a....smile.

"I'll help you as much as I can. so don't think about difficult things like that by yourself. It'll just make your head hurt."

All those complex thoughts instantly vanished from your head as you stared back at the smiling blonde.

There was something about his smile that seemed so, .convincing. And for some reason, you knew that the blonde smiling was a rare occasion, simply dismissing it as intuition. A strange force turned your frown up.

"Thanks Shizu-chan." you smiled brightly.

"It's okay, that's what friends are for."

Suddenly, his eyes widened as if he had remembered something.

" (y/n), you do know the way back to that flea's apartment right?"

your smile stayed as you tilted your head to the side, processing what he had just said.

"What?"