the mysterious fangurl(izaya x reader x shizuo)

Don't bump into someone else's boyfriend

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

My body felt heavy, but my head felt light, really light.

So light it could just fall off.

My eyes weren't looking at the streets I was walking on, it was glued to the floor. Just enough vision to be able to spot people's legs and avoid bumping into anyone, but not enough to be able to see the streets of Ikebukuro, a scene which seemed so familiar.

And yet so unfamiliar.

I knew the streets of Ikebukuro, yet I've never experienced walking here firsthand before; I recognize the people I met for supposedly the first time, even though they don't know me, and I even find the inside of their houses familiar.

Well, except for Shizu-Chan's, but there must be a reason for that.

In the end, I'm probably just a psychotic creepy stalker that stalked everyone I knew so far, somehow managed to see the inside of their homes, all without even walking on the streets of Ikebukuro.

Or maybe even being inside of it.

"Sushi, sushi, buy delicious sushi!! Fresh and nice, eat today!!"

A flyer suddenly appeared in front of my face, startling me. I looked up, realizing a person was holding on to it.

He was a foreigner for sure.

A Russian?

He wore a white and blue sushi uniform and hat, and had dark skin. His accent was very thick, but his smile was just as big. He showed me that smile, and nudged the flyer closer to me. I accepted the flyer and smiled back, before looking down to take a closer look.

It was a flyer about sushi. A sushi shop? Russian sushi? Ah, I see, he definitely is Russian.

"Sushi good. Fresh and nice."

He said again, still smiling.

"I'm sorry."

I smiled back again, apologetically this time.

"I would love to eat your sushi, but right now I have something to do. I'll come back...someday, okay? That's a promise."

He smile grew even wider at my answer, and moved out of my way.

"Someday, come eat Russian sushi, yeah?"

"Sure."

I gave him one last smile, before turning my back and walking away, into the bustling streets of Ikebukuro.

The sushi flyer that he had given me, was now slightly crumpled from the force of my now clenched fist.

I knew that guy.

I knew he was Russian, even before I looked at the flyer.
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I wasn't even concentrating on where I was walking anymore. It was as if I was walking just to do something, to distract myself, from all the thoughts that were clouding my head.

The distraction didn't work.

I kept on walking, and walking, and walking. I didn't know where I was going, I just wanted to walk. I walked and walked and walked.....into something warm yet firm.

Just like Izaya-Kun's chest.

"Ah."

I looked up, and another pair of eyes greeted me. He was a fairly tall man, and had reddish brownish hair, which was covered by a fedora hat, and complemented the suit he was wearing. His face was fairly good-looking, but was covered by lots of bandages. He had a surprised expression, but was turned into a smile shortly.

"Hello, miss."

"Ah."

I quickly stepped back, realizing I had bumped into someone.

"S-sorry!!"

I bowed, mostly to hide my flustered face and embarrassment. I just bumped into a complete stranger, stared at him for a good few minutes, and only realized after he said something. Great job, (y/n)!!

"No,no, it was my fault."

The guy replied, and held out a hand to me.

"Are you hurt?"

I took his hand gratefully, and stood back up.

He's really nice...and kind.

"Geez, Rocchi, you have to be careful."

Another voice entered the conversation, this time a girl's. It was only then I noticed a girl latched onto his arm. She was also fairly good-looking. She had brown hair to her shoulders, and big brown eyes. She was also really tall, just a few inches shorter than the guy, and was wearing a collared shirt, a dark blue skirt, and a tan sweater wrapped around her waist.

Oh no.

Did I.....just bump into someone's boyfriend and stared at him for a good few minutes in front of her?

Oh nooooooooooooooooo-

"I-I'm really reallyyyyyy sorry!!"

I shouted out in embarrassment, catching the pair's attention.

"I-I swear I wasn't trying to make any moves on your boyfriend, none at all!! And the two of you look great, super great together and I wasn't trying to do anything funny!! I'm really sorry!!"

Finishing the last word, my legs quickly ran past them. My face was still flushed and my eyes were shut tight even though I was running in the streets.

I couldn't really explain why I was running though. I'm sure that awkward situation helped, but.....I also knew those two.

Just like everyone else, they had a familiar feeling just like everyone I had met. I had seen them before, somewhere, even though to them, I was probably a complete stranger who had creepily stared at them and we would never cross paths again.

Suddenly something grabbed my wrist, pulling me back and preventing me from running. My eyes widened and I turned back, coming face to face with the bandaged guy I had just bumped into. He smiled at me, and I realized that his hand was holding onto my wrist.

"Hello miss."