the mysterious fangurl(izaya x reader x shizuo)

Don't let Izaya guess your passcode

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

All three of them were looking at me, but I couldn't care less. Right now I had to remember that passcode.

I had to.

"(Y/n)-Chan you okay?"

Rocchi-San asked with a worried expression, but stopped when I put a finger to my lips.

Okay wait, 2....5......ugh I can't remember the next number.....

Kay I think the next number was an odd number...but what odd number?

1?

3?

5?

7?

9?

The possibilities were endless. And that was only the third number.

I finally plopped down in the couch and groaned, still not acknowledging the three people around me.

"What's wrong (y/n)-Chan?"

Izaya-Kun got up from his seat and sat uncomfortably close to me, slinging an arm around my shoulder. I could hear Shizu-Chan click his tongue in annoyance.

"I...I just remembered the passcode to that iphone you  gave me. But I can't remember it anymore."

"Heeeh..."

His tone seemed amused and almost mocking, and I could see from the corner of my eyes that he was smirking again.

Why?

"(Y/n)-Chan, what do you remember about the password?"

"Umm...the first two digits were 2 and 5, and the third digit was an odd number."

"Then, do you like odd numbers or even numbers more?"

I titled my head to the side, thinking for a bit before looking back to him.

"Umm....odd."

"If you were to create a passcode now how many even numbers would you put in it?"

"Err.....maybe two?"

"And would you put the same number more than once in?"

"I don't...think so?"

The questions he was asking me made me really curious, especially since all he did was nod when I gave an answer. I could tell Rocchi-San and Shizu-Can were surprised too, since they were just looking at me and Izaya-Kun without saying anything.

"Mmm hmm....."

Moving his arm away from my shoulder, he put a hand to his Chin, his face evidently deep in thought. We all stared at him in confusion, wondering what was happening.

"Alright."

He finally said, looking back at me with a smirk.

"I know what your passcode is."