Me, Yours, and Mine (Izaya x reader x Shizuo)

Her

NOTE:
            (y/ln)=your last name
(y/fn)=your first name
(y/ec)=your eye color
(y/hc)=your hair color
(y/hl)=your hair length

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          --- Shizuo's point of view ---

She's beautiful.

The most beautiful thing in the world.

She's amazing.

The most intriguing creature to walk this earth.

Don't even get me started on her.... Where do I even begin?

Her body. Like a sculpture carved by the gods themselves. Each and every curve of her figure is dripping temptation. The smooth flawlessness of her skin. The radiance of her skin tone...

I can only imagine what it's like, to so much as brush a single fingertip across her cheek.

Her eyes. The most hypnotizing pools of (y/ec) I've ever seen. Breath taking orbs to hide the stars behind. The color of (y/ec) pricked with starry jewels that always seem to see right through to my soul...

I'd hide heaven behind those eyes.

Her hair. (y/hl) strands of (y/hc) that shimmer and shine with silky luster. The way she brushes it when she's nervous, as though her biggest fear is there a single hair is out of place. However, there's never a strand out of place. Never once.

I like to imagine, that her hair is softer than anything my calloused hands have ever touched before. Like petting a cloud...

I can only dream of being the one to pet her head in times of need. To be the one able to reassure her with a simple stroke...

But she's so much more than something to look at... So much more than a physical attraction.

Her mind, her personality, her heart.

Her thoughts are like the finest wine to sip.

And how I'd love to listen to every single thing that has ever crossed her mind. From the most amazing to the silliest of her wonders. From her thoughts on how to solve world hunger to her questions as to if dogs could talk.

How I'd love to drink in her thoughts until the morning, when dawn graces Ikebukuro because I've  spent all night, just .... Listening to her speak...

She's such an innocent creature too. To think that something so pure could dwell in Ikebukuro... I wish I could protect her. Shield her from the sins of this city, she'll never have to face the horrors of this god forsaken town...

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And yet, I can't.

I never will be.

Never.

Never will I ever be able to get her to gaze upon me with those (y/ec) eyes the way I gaze upon her. So painfully in love with her... Admiring her from afar.

Never will I ever be able to place my hand, or so much as a finger, upon her cheek and indulge in the sweetness of her.

Never will I place my hand upon her head, as she buries her face into my chest. I can't pet her (y/hl) (y/hc) tresses soothingly as I protect her.

In fact I can't even protect her.

I'll never be able to listen to her speak, to hear the deepest thoughts in her mind, to just connect spiritually as I indulge in her mind...

I'll never have her. I'll probably long for her for the rest of my life...

And every day I have to remind myself:

She's not mine...

And she never will be...

Because she belongs to... Izaya.

(y/fn) is in love with that damn flea, and not me.

--- to be continued ---