the mysterious fangurl(izaya x reader x shizuo)

don't forget your clothes

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

You stared at the blonde in front of you, your eyes widened as you processed what he said.

"...I-I forgot to ask him..."

you only manage to stutter out, your face frozen into the same smile, now slightly deformed.

You looked down at the ground with the widened eyes,, as Shizuo looked at you with a deadpanned expression on his face.

"You wanna stay with Celty and Shinra for the time being?"

"E-ehh, but I did say I didn't want to bother them any further...."

He thought for a while, before opening his mouth once more.

"Then..."

"..Wanna stay at my place?"                                                                                                                                  -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
"Hey, Shizu-chan?"

"Hmm?"

"You don't have a girlfriend, do you?"

"No, why?"

"Nah, just asking." you sighed in relief.

you weren't going to interrupt anything.

"Ah, we're here."

as shizuo began to take out his keys to unlock the door to his apartment, you suddenly realized what was happening.

You were staying over at a guy's place...

..A-alone...?!?!

Your face heated up immediately, portraying fifty shades of red.

S-sure you went to Izaya's place, but that was different! The house was huge and Namie-oneesan was there...

You glanced back to Shizuo, who was concentrating on finding the right keys for the door. Carefully observing his features, your eyes shifted from his curly and slightly messy blonde hair, to his dark brown orbs, to the veins visibly popping out of his profile, to the arm that had an abnormally strong grip on the tormented doorknob-

Wait--

"Shizu-chan, calm down, don't break the door!!"          -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- your POV:

The right key was finally found, and the door was opened in one piece. Entering the apartment, i looked around the room.

None of this looked remotely familiar.

"(y/n)-chan?" my thoughts were interrupted by the same familiar low voice.

"Ah, yes?"

"I just wanted to ask if you wanted to use the bath first."

"Oh, thanks Shizu-chan! Then, if you don't mind..."

He nodded to by bashful acceptance, turning on the heater to the bath before handing me a large white towel.

I stared at it with a flushed face.

The towel that Shizu-chan used...

Stupid, stupid!! Stop thinking about useless stuff like that you damn pervert! And as if he'd give you a used towel!!

But he's undeniably hot!! Who wouldn't think about that?!

Okay fair point, I admit he's...conventionally very attractive...but that doesn't mean you should think about hings like this!! And it's just a towel!!

That he used...

It's a new one!!

"(y/n)?"

"Y-yes?!"

Ah.

I just screamed at Shizu-chan...

He stared at me with a slightly surprised look for a while in complete silence before clearing his throat loudly.

"The bath's ready."

"...T-thanks...."                                                                                                                                            ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (y/n), why are you such an idiot?

I lectured at myself as half of my face was submerged in the bathtub.

Now he definitely thinks there's something off about me. But....

His house didn't seem familiar....and yet even though Izaya-kun's did.

What does that mean?

You got up from the bathtub with an audible sigh, taking the towel Shizuo had given you to dry yourself.

Still, Shizu-chan said not to worry about these things by myself,

My lips formed into a smile, as I wiped the water out of my face wit the cotton material.

That's right, there's no need to rush, I'll remember everything eventually.

And when that time comes, then I'll think about it.

My hands reached for the clothes.

That I had assumed were there.

"..Hmm..?"

I stared at the blank space that was supposed to hold my change of clothes.