I'm Not As Strong As You [Shizuo X Reader]

May I Take Your Order?

Your P.O.V

Well that was annoying...

I watch as the couple leave the café and the gentle sound of the doorbell ringing. I sigh and brush off my maid outfit.

I've been working here since I moved here to Japan. I miss home but a new scenery is nice.

And I sure got a change of scenery...

Little did I know that coming to Japan, and living in Ikebukoro at that, would mean information brokers, bartenders that can throw vending machines and urban legends that ride motorcycles, and even gangs at war.

I untangle a small knot in my (H/l)   (H/c) hair as the doorbell rings again and this time, the supposed "Strongest Man in Ikebukoro" and another guy walks in.

"And this, Shizuo, is one of my favorite place to relax!" The guy with a brown suit and glasses says.

I put on a smile and walk forward, "Welcome, I'm (F/n) and I'll be taking care of you today!" I say cheerfully.

"Table for two please"

I nod and motion for them to follow me. I seat them at a booth and hand them both a menu. They flip through it and then I get out the paper and pen I was given to take their order. After I scribble everything down I hurry to the back so the chef's can make everything.

"Wow, I've never seen him in here before!"

I turn to Moroko, a girl I work with, staring at the bartender.

"You're lucky! I'd kill to be his servant! Yet... you're unlucky. If you mess up he'll throw something at you and get pissed!"

I widen my eyes and then shake my head. Once their food is ready I put it on the round plate and, trying not to shake, I carry it out.

"Here ya go, masters!"

"Masters?" The blonde asks.

"It's a maid café Shizuo, it's their role to say that. Hell we could ask em' to feed us and they would" the other one says.

Please don't... I say to myself.

"Anything else?" I ask.

"Your number would be great" the guy with the brown suit says.

"Hehe..." I laugh awkwardly and walk away.

Since nobody else comes in really at this hour, me and Moroko just kind of sit and watch the odd duo eat and talk from behind the counter.

"Isn't this... Stalking?" I say quietly and raise an eyebrow.

"Yeah. But at least we don't sell this information to people and ruin other's lives at the same time!" Moroko whispers excitedly back.

I roll my eyes.

That Izaya Orihara guy is pretty weird if you ask me. But he doesn't mess with me so I don't really care.

After a few moments of watching them chew and swallow their food I go out to them and give them the bill.

"Here ya go!" I say cheerfully.

"Thanks..." Shizuo mumbles.

I begin to walk away when I hear that other guy call me.

"Hey, what did you say your name was again?"

I turn back around, "(F/n)...?"

"The name's Tom. This is Shizuo. I'm going to say, your service was the best I've had here! Expect to see us more often" he smiles and leaves the yen on the table.

I nod, "Thank you for stopping by."

The two leave, I take the money, and then we close. We clean up the store and shortly after, everyone leaves.

"See ya Monday! Have a good weekend (F/n)!" Moroko waves.

I wave back and then go in the back of the store. I get my keys to my apartment and head out the back way. It's not too late out here yet. I pass a few stragglers that are window shopping and I even glance at a few nice things myself.

Then my mind goes to my money. I barely have enough to pay my rent here...

I shake my head and continue walking.

After I swing open the door I slide off my shoes and head for the shower. I sigh as the warm water runs down my back and through my hair, relaxing my muscles.

I wash and everything and then go into my room, slide on some underwear and an oversized shirt I bought just to lounge around in.

I go and fix me a sandwich and chill on the couch. I watch an episode of my favorite anime (because this wouldn't be a fanfiction without mentioning you watching some anime) and then let out a huge yawn.

"Ugh... I'm really tired..." I rub my eyes.

I put the plate in the kitchen and turn off the TV. Bumping into the wall, due to sleep deprivation, I make my way to my bed. I just flop down and lay there.

"Night..." I say to nobody.

A pang of sadness hits me as I wish I had someone to reply back to me.

I drift off to sleep, thinking about home.