the mysterious fangurl(izaya x reader x shizuo)

Don't get a nosebleed

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

I couldn't answer him, or even say anything. I myself was shocked at what I had said.

Why...and how?

"Hmmm~~~ Not going to reply?"

He took a step back away from me, no longer invading my personal space.

"You somehow know me and Shizu-Chan and call us affectionate names that no one else does so naturally.....everything abnormal so far hasn't surprised you in the least, you even know about Celty's head....and apparently all of this just seems so familiar to you, even though not one of us recognize you in the slightest.....geez, if only you hadn't been hit with that vending machine!!"

I bit my lip and looked down to the ground. Everything....everything he had just said was true.

Why was I so naive to think that I could ignore all of this and act like nothing was wrong?

Of course I can't.

Rocchi-San and Shizu-Chan were just kind enough to comfort me since they're nice people...I'm sure deep down they think of me as creepy and weird too.

I can't get involved with these people anymore. I don't even have the right to be selfish.

"Izaya-Kun, I'll leave. I'll get out of your.....everyone's life, out of Ikebukuro. I'll make sure none of you ever have to see me again, and I promise I won't cause any trouble."

I set the head down onto the table, and turned to him.

"Why?"

He smiled at me, like he was mocking me in the most insulting way.

Not that I could say anything about it.

"I've caused all of you enough trouble, and honestly I don't even trust myself. I don't think you do either."

"Of course I don't. You're a mysterious and frankly sketchy person that just happened to have to suffer the consequence of Shizu-Chan's idiocy and lost all of her memories, and somehow knows all of us without none of us even laying eyes on you once, not to mention you react so nonchalantly to some pretty bizarre news, like you're not surprised at all. It's even possible you already knew about them beforehand, even though there's no way you should be able to unless you're extremely close to us. Which you aren't. Why would I trust you?"

"Then—"

"But I didn't say you had to leave did I?"

"Huh?"

He started walking, towards me. Closer and closer he was each step he took, and I unconsciously moved back, stepping away every time he moved forward.

"Why would I want you to leave?"

"Excuse me? You just—"

"Yep. We've established that you're extremely sketchy and untrustworthy. But you don't need to leave. In fact, is like you to stay."

I stared at him in disbelief, not understanding at all what he was trying to say.

"What?"

He stopped his legs for a moment, and simply gazed at me.

"(Y/n)-Chan, you are interesting. Extremely interesting. You're probably one of the most interesting humans I've ever seen. Do you know, I've searched up on you, and there's not a single source that may link to who you are, reliable or not. That's never happened before. Humans, no matter how secretive or discrete they are can't have absolutely no traces at all. And yet, you achieved that. That's amazing, and the fact that you've lost your memories thanks to a monster frustrates me. If only you had your memories, if only I'd found you earlier..."

Monster? Is he talking about Shizu-Chan?

His soft chuckling filled the room and I took a few more steps back.

This guy, this guy is screwed up. He has a serious problem.

But he's kinda hot...

Wait what?!?!

Why are you thinking about this kind of stuff now?!?! When this is happening?!?! Seriously?!?!

Suddenly the back of my feet touched something hard.

The wall.

Crap.

He seemed to notice that as well, and started walking towards me again, with the same movking smirk.

"Do you know what I'm trying to say (Y/n)-Chan? You interest me, so much. And I want to see more of what you can do."

"What I can do...?"

He was now in front of me, and before I could try to move away he had blocked my exit with his two arms, leaning his face closer than ever before to mine. My face immediately flushed bright red in response.

Sure he may be screwed up and crazy.....but what can you do when a hot guy is pressing you against a wall with his face so close to yours?!?!

I'm not the only one right?!?!

"So what do you say, (Y/n)-Chan? Will you—"

He suddenly stopped talking and his expression changed to a surprised one.

D-did I have something on my face...? Why was he looking at me like that....

"(Y/n)-Chan you have a nosebleed."

My hands reached to touch just below my nose and sure enough, it felt wet.

Ah, I had a nosebleed.