the mysterious fangurl(izaya x reader x shizuo)

don't trust izaya's sense of clothing

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

the two of them stared at you, not moving a muscle. suddenly shizuo realized what was happening and his faced flushed significantly in response. izaya simply chuckled as his signature smirk filled his face.

" ahaha, why don't you stay like that, (y/n)-chan?~~ you look better~~~~"

a blush exploded in your face, making as red as shizuo's.

" Well, well, don't worry, i came here just for that."

he walked up to you, making you instinctively move back slightly. you studied him, wondering what he was about to do. only then did you notice the bag that he was carrying. he held it out, and you cautiously took it from him, muttering a thank you before closing the door to change. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- inside the toilet, you could still hear shizuo and izaya arguing, or more like izaya aggravating shizuo. however, you had more important things to worry about. you held out the clothes that were in the bag and stared at it, a blank expression on your face. right now you were debating which was a better choice, the towel currently wrapped around you, barely covering any of your features and threatening to fall off any moment, or.......THIS.

finally you decided that at least it was still clothes and changed into it, muttering curses to izaya and thinking if it was possible to punch as hard as shizuo. as you opened the door, the two heads turned towards you, one with a suprised expression and one with a smirk growing wider. before either of them could say anything, your voice filled the empty room.

" izaya-kun, why the hell did you give me a maid outfit?"