the mysterious fangurl(izaya x reader x shizuo)

Don't collapse in front of a stranger

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

He wasn't breaking his gaze. He just...kept staring at me, with no expression, and no movements. I couldn't handle it anymore, and quickly looked away from him, turning in the other direction.

W-what should I do...at this rate I'll really be arrested!!!

"U-umm...."

I looked back to his direction, though my eyes were fixed onto the ground. I couldn't face his eyes anymore, it was like he could see right through me.

"I-I know....that you're really creeped out about this situation, I mean I would myself, but....please don't report me to the police? At least until I get my memories back...."

I could only hope for the best. After all, it was ultimately his choice. I didn't have any right to stop him.

"Huh? What are you talking about?"

His body made a slight shift, as if he was daydreaming and had finally snapped out of it. I looked back up, this time unconsciously returning his look, though his eyes were now widened in surprise, very different from the previous gaze he was giving me.

"Eh...? What are you....."

I was surprised too. What was he saying? I just—

I couldn't understand any of his actions.

"Pfft—hahaha!!!"

Sudddenly a burst of laughter caught my attention, coming from none other than him. He was laughing pretty heavily, holding his stomach and bending forward shakily.

"Why are you—what?"

At this point I could only concentrate on the man beside me. The ice cream I had been so obsessed with was now on the ground, melting away slowly yet surely. And yet it could not get even a percentage of my attention anymore.
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"S-sorry..."

He finally stopped laughing and wiped the tears off the corners of his eyes. I didn't say anything and waited, hoping he'd explain what just happened.

Well, at least I'm not the only weird one?

"Hey (y/n)-Chan, lemme ask you a question."

His body faces towards mine, and he was leaning close to me, with a broad smile on his lips...or a grin...?

I only nodded , trying not to let my curiosity show on my face.

"You lost your memory right?"

"Yes, the vending machine changed my life."

(GET IT?!?! CHANGE?!?! YA KNOW THE COINS THAT YOU PUT IN THE MACHINE-)

"So you don't have any memory of being a stalker."

I furrowed my eyebrows in though, trying to think deeply.

"...no."

"Then ya don't know for sure that you're one!!"

He finished with a wide smile directed towards me.

My eyes widened.

What did he just say? It's true I don't have any memory of being one, but....

Wait.

But what? I DON'T have any memory, nor any recollection of being a stalker. Probably due to my memory loss but...

I don't remember anything, there's no physical proof I was a stalker, and no one knows or finds me familiar.

If I really did stalk all of them, there must be at least one person who caught me right? Especially with people like Izaya-Kun or Shizu-Chan....

Then how did I—

Suddenly my brain hurt. Really badly. It felt like all the muscles in my brain was tensing up and was about to burst my head open. My vision started getting fuzzy too, and Rocchi-san's voice seemed so far away......