the mysterious fangurl(izaya x reader x shizuo)

Don't eat ice cream with a stranger

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

His eyes were widened, and his expression was frozen, though his gaze was still fixed at me. This time I didn't avoid it, and stared right back at him.

I didn't regret it. I may be arrested or what not, but it felt like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders and my smile was kept up on its own.

He lowered his head to face the ground, his hat making it so I could see his face. My spirit dropped too, and I bit my lip.

What did I expect, I would have probably done the same thing if someone said that to me. I probably sounded creepy, weird and unsafe to be around.

"Miss?"

A voice snapped me out of my daze, and I was met with a pair of familiar eyes right in front of me, closer than ever before. I stepped back instinctively, surprised at the sudden closeness from the guy I had just confessed to being a stalker to.

Great.

"W-what is it...?"

I answered, trying to keep on a fake smile. There's no telling what he would say next....or do.

He continued staring at me for a while, before pulling back, his smile returning on his lips.

Why was he smiling?

And getting so close to me?

"Would you like to get some ice cream with me?"

"...huh?"
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Why....did it come to this...?

I licked the (f/I/c/f)-flavored ice cream in my hand nervously, not having the courage to face the person next to me. He was also eating ice cream, and he had a carefree smile on his lips.

Did he...not hear what I said to him?

I mean, I just told him I was a psychotic stalker that stalked him, and others. I wouldn't be surprised if I was being handcuffed right now, and escorted to a police car.

But I'm eating ice cream.

With him.

Sitting together on a bench in the park.

Ah, I get it, I must be dreaming. When I wake up, I'll probably be in a prison cell or something.

"Miss?"

Rocchi-san's voices called out to me, and I quickly returned to reality.

"Ah, yes?"

"Come to think of it, I didn't get your name."

"It's...(y/n)."

I gave him a fake smile, and he started talking, though I wasn't listening. I wasn't paying attention to our conversation anymore, I was too focused in my thoughts.

"Hey Rocchi-San?"

I interrupted his sentence, not caring anymore. My head was still facing the ground, but I could feel his eyes widening as his voice stopped talking. I bit my lip again, not sure if should let out what I was about to say, but before I knew it my mouth was opening again.

"Rocchi-San, didn't you hear what I told you just now?"

My ice cream was melting, and the cream was dripping down the cone, onto my hand, but it was the least of my worries. The cooling sensation of the ice cream felt somewhat soothing, and it strangely calmed me down.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw him lean back, his face out my sight again.

We sat in silence together for awhile, the atmosphere slowly becoming more painful as the moments went by. It was so quiet I could hear my heartbeat, and the cooling sensation on my hand started to grow warm.

"Hey (y/n)-Chan?"

His voice finally broke the tense atmosphere. I didn't notice before, but his voice sounded so intimidating at that moment.

"Yes."

For once my voice was clear and loud, though I still wasn't looking at him.

"Do you want me to listen to what you're keeping bottled up inside of you?"