Smoke

"Shizu-chan, will you please stop smoking when I'm around?"

Izaya covered his nose, cringing in disapprovement when the smoke filled his nostrils, a free hand shooing the smoke away from his atmosphere.

"Seeing your face makes my blood boil," Shizuo answered nonchalantly but stopped his acts anyway, tossing the cigarette to the ground before stomping on it.

Izaya pouted. "Is that something you'd say to your lover? Such mean words,"

"Ah shut up, will you?" Shizuo leaned down to pull his face facing him before closing in their distance, kissing him in a gentle manner Izaya always loved. It was merely lips brushing against lips but it made him melt with how sweet Shizuo's gesture was.

"Mmhm, you taste like nicotine," Izaya grinned as he pulled away, intertwining their hands.

"Didn't stop you from kissing me back, did it?"

Shizuo looked away but clenched his fingers around delicate ones in a protective way. Izaya's heart skipped a beat and leaned closer to the blond as they walked around town.

Nobody in Shinjuku recognized them especially since they weren't in their usual attire;

Izaya was dressed in a grey sweatshirt with white pants hugging his legs nicely. A black scarf wrapped around his neck to neutralize the cold weather yet he wore no gloves for the reason of holding his favourite brute's fingers.

Shizuo didn't look less hotter either. Izaya's heart jumped upon seeing Shizuo dressed in something aside from his normal bartender attire. A grey shirt underneath a pair of black denim jackets, the usual slacks were replaced with fitting jeans Izaya knew would look good on the blond. His hair was slicked back for the occasion yet he still wore his usual purple sunglasses to avoid sunlight piercing his eyes even with the snow casting its way down Shinjuku.

"Shizu-chan is warm," Izaya purred, hugging his lover's arm as they walked. He loved having the man in his company; sex with the brute was good, but being close like this in public without having anything to hide was the best feeling he could ever have.

He felt fingers threading into his hair, slowly rubbing his raven hair into ease. "Where do you wanna go next, Izaya?"

"We can stop by at a cafe then you can have some pudding. I do want a hot coffee now that the weather gets harsher," The raven looked up at him with a smile before dragging them both to a nearby cafe.

After placing their orders, Izaya took the time to scan their surroundings. He had never been to the cafe before, only seeing it from the outside a couple of times. The interior was simple with slight shades of pink and white on the walls; it looked rather girly but he didn't mind. It was soothing, a good place to calm one's mind. Perhaps he'd come by again later if needed.

"Izaya,"

He heard the deep baritone voice calling him out. Humming a reply, he let the blond continue;

"Do you think we should move in together?"

The question startled Izaya instantly as crimson orbs locked with mocha, a blush started to creep its way onto his cheeks, heating them up. The waiter delivered their drinks and Shizuo's pudding before walking away quietly.

"I-I mean, we're together and all. It'll be easier if...if I'm around to protect you—" Shizuo's words were cut off in midsentence as he felt fingers on his cheek before soft lips landed on his.

"Yes, it'll be great, Shizu-chan," Izaya smiled in delight, cheeks still a nice shade of pink before retreating back to his own seat. "Let's move in to my apartment, it's bigger and had more room,"

"But—"

"It's fine~ if you're asking about the rent, we'll both pay it and you don't have to do the laundry and cooking since I'll—" Izaya covered his mouth instantly as he looked away. It was as if he had expected himself to be Shizuo's wife even though they hadn't had a proper engagement yet! Flushing a deeper shade of red, he slowly shifted the gaze towards Shizuo who had the almost same reaction as his, but smiled a wide grin afterwards.

"Well then, I'll work hard for the sake of our future, together,"

Izaya silently cursed himself to die.