Together

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It's been four weeks since you've moved to Ikebukuro. You were starting to get use to life here, you even met up with some old friends from your old high school. Of course, life wasn't always easy with Izaya around.
Ever since the day you 'mysteriously' ran into him, he's been popping out of nowhere nonstop.
Currently you were walking around town, hoping that he wouldn't find you.

"Well if it isn't my favorite human." Izaya said, cheerfully from behind you.
"Of course..." You said, "I thought you were trying to make me feel bad?" You continued, "There is plenty of time for that, my dearest." He whispered softly into your ear,
"Enough!" You yelled, turning around to shove him away from you. "I already feel bad..." You couldn't look at him, your gaze was constantly glued to floor as you spoke. "I already feel bad." You repeated, this time in a softer tone.
"Good." He said plainly, "But, like I said," He smirked devilishly, "There is plenty of time left."
You stared sadly at the floor in defeat, "I have to go..." you said trying to run away from the situation as fast as possible.
As soon as you turned away,
you could feel his icy gaze on your back.
You did feel bad, in fact you felt awful.  They way you ended things with him and the way you avoided him afterwards.
Everything you did to him was fucked up. "I'm sorry..." You whispered to no one, feeling tears starting to well up in your eyes.

"I-I'm so sorry..." The tears stung your face as they began to fall.

At this point, all you wanted to do was go home, so you started to speed up your pace a bit. However, blinded by the tears, you ended up running into someone.
"Sorry..." you said teary-eyed.
You wiped your eyes to get a better look at the person.
He was quite young looking, he seemed to be a high schooler.

"It's fine," He began, "Hey now, why's a pretty lady like yourself crying?" He asked, you didn't know why but hearing this made you want to cry even more. "H-hey, please stop crying" he pleaded.

"I know what will make you feel better." He grabbed your hand and started walking "What...wait are we going?" You asked while wiping your face, "To stuff you with raw fish." He replied, "Excuse me?" You questioned,

"Russia sushi." He replied happily,
"Hey are you a high school student?" You asked, "Yeah," He said gently squeezing your hand a bit,

"Do you go to Raijin academy?" You asked, "Kind of?" He stated, "Kind of" You repeated, "Yeah, Raijin and another school decided to merge a couple years back." He said, "So technically I do go to Raijin." He continued, "I'm only asking because that's where I went to school." You said, "Oh, I still don't know your name by the way." You said, "I'll give you three choices, one: Masaomi Kida, Two: Masaomi Kida, or Three: Masaomi Kida." He said, with a huge grin on his face, "You are way too young to be making dad jokes..." you said looking at him with a disappointing look.

"Come one princess, that was funny." He said sounding a little upset, "You're cute so, I'll forgive you for making that lame joke." You said giggling, "My name is (Y/N), (Y/N) (L/N)."

After a few minutes of walking hand in hand with Masaomi, you finally made it to Russia Sushi.

"So, (Y/N) (L/N) what do you want, it's on me so don't worry." You looked up at him sorrowful, "No, I can't ask someone I just met to pay for me." You said, "Especially not a high schooler." You stated, "You can pay me by explaining why you were crying earlier." He said, "I saw my ex-boyfriend today..." You started, "I feel awful about how I ended things with him, but all he wants to do is make me wallow in my own despair." You finished, "Wow..." Masaomi said in shock, "Okay, your debt is paid...do you want to eat now?" He said attempting to change the subject. "Fatty tuna and lemonade." You said cheerfully, "So, you're single?" He asked, glancing over your body a few times, "I am, but I have no intention of dating a child."you said plainly, "It never hurts to ask." Although he said this, he looked a little defeated.

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