the mysterious fangurl(izaya x reader x shizuo)

Don't let someone else unlock your phone

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

You stared back at him shocked and wide-eyed.

No way right?

There's no way anyone could guess a passcode just from those few questions....

Right?

"It's 253781 isn't it?"

I was wrong.
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"Wha—how did you—I don't–"

I was speechless. Anyone would.

"More importantly, don't you think you should unlock it before you forget?"

Izaya-Kun cut me off, and for once he was right. He handed me his cell phone, which was already dialing a number. I took it with confusion, but still put it against my ear, though my eyes were still focused on his smirk.

"Hello?"

Ah, it was Namie-onee-San.

"Ah, Namie-onee-San?"

"(Y/n)? Did you need something?"

"Ah, well, Izaya-Kun just dialed the number and gave it to me so..."

I looked back to him, still wondering what this was about. Still smirking, he lifted a hand, forming it in a phone shape.

Ah that's right, my phone's in his apartment.

"Could you go into my room and see if there is a phone on the bed, please?"

I heard a sigh, but was relieved when she agreed.

"So, what do you want me to do?"

"Umm, please type in the codes 253781."

I heard typing, and patiently waited. The atmosphere in the room was tense, and no one was talking, all eyes just concentrated on me.

"It's done—oh my god."

"Namie-onee-San?"

Was she okay? She sounded like she saw something bad.....

I waited for a reply, and was greeted with silence.

"Namie-onee-san?"

I called out again, hoping she'd answer this time.

"(Y/n) I think you'd better come back and see this for yourself, I can't explain it over the phone."

"Eh, why not-"

Before I could continue she offed the call and I could only hear the phone bleeping.

"So, how'd it go?"

Izaya-Kun was still smirking, but it was visible that even he was curious. I moved my hand holding the phone away from my ear, frowning.

"She hung up on me."