I'm Not As Strong As You [Shizuo X Reader]

Baking Cakes to... What?!

Your P.O.V

Nothing but a casual day at work today. I walked home on my usual route except that my heart started to race. The events that happened a few days ago playing through my mind. I'm anxious to see what Izaya meant, but at the same time I'm kinda terrified. And did Shizuo have the cake?

Gosh, why do I keep worrying about that...

Being lost in my thoughts, I bump into someone's strong chest and stumble backwards. A hand reaches for my arm and tugs me forward, keeping me up. I look up and see a blonde with sunglasses.

Shizuo.

"Oh! Er... Hi! I mean sorry! Er..."

"Hey (F/n)."

I nod, "Hey."

"Careful." He says plainly and walks past me.

I stand there, dumbfounded.

"Wait, Shizuo!" I call and turn to face him.

He glances over his shoulder, "yeah?"

"Did... Did you enjoy the cake?"

He hesitates.

Oh no... Did it taste bad?!

"It was good. Thanks."

I run up and grab his arm, "are you being serious or just shitting with me?"

"Well I don't know if I'd want to take a shit with you, but I do know that I'm being serious."

I let his arm go and sigh, "Aye, glad you liked it!"

"Yeah."

We stand there for a moment in silence as others pass us by.

"Welp, I'll be heading home now!" I grin.

"Yup."

"Yep."

"Stay safe."

"You too."

"Bye."

"See ya."

I turn quickly on my heel and hobble down the street, letting out another sigh of relief.

Award me as the world's most awkward person!

Face flushed, I walk down the street once more. I hear gasps and then people just stop. I decide to stop when I realize they are watching me. I look around and my eyes land on a black motorcycle with a matching black figure with a cute cat shaped helmet.

Wait...

I didn't hear this biker dude even come close to me.

And they're dressed in all black. Minus the helmet.

"Y-you're the-"

They show me a phone screen and it says "Don't ask questions. Just get on."

I look at the biker as if they're crazy, which maybe they are, and u start to back away. It didn't get me far though, because shadows grab me and pull me into the bike. They wrap around me, keeping me there as my own helmet forms around my head.

They rev up the bike and then launch off on to the road.

I've been abducted by the Headless Rider.

Unknown's P.O.V

"What do ya say boss? Think Orihara's gonna put up a fight?"

"You see, Izuki, Orihara's not one to fight. He likes to get others to do his dirty work for him. But..."

A cigarette gets put out and the smoke lingers on the man's breath.

"I'd be damned if he'll hide once he sees who we're after."

"Think it'll get that brute Shizuo Heiwajima involved?"

"Oh would I love that! Not only would we drag Orihara out... But we'd have em' killed too!"

"And that punk..."

Your P.O.V

I hear round of applause from somewhere ahead of me. The Headless Rider is kinda blocking my view. But I will say they have a nice back.

The shadows unleash me and the helmet fades with them. The Headless Rider gets off and I decide to do the same.

"Good job Celty! Knew I could rely on you!"

That voice...

I turn and see Izaya. He's sitting on some metal box and looking down at me and the Headless Rider. One of his legs dangle over the edge.

"Celty?" I ask confused.

The Headless Rider pulls out their screen and types away on it. It says "Celty Sturluson. Also known as the Headless Rider. I won't hurt you I promise! ^-^;"

I nod and then smile at the little emoji.

"So why am I here? This part of the fun I'm supposed to be having with you?" I glance over at Izaya.

"Partly" he smirks.

Izaya leaps down and lands on his feet with a light thud. He stretches and walks over to me then lays his hand on my shoulder, "We're going from baking cakes to baking bodies" he says darkly.

"What?!" I back away.

Izaya bursts into laughter, "Oh that reaction was priceless!"

Celty face-helmets and then taps on their phone again. It says "Apparently you're doing some rounds with me."

"Rounds?" I raise an eyebrow.

"I need you to go with Celty and collect a few pieces for my collection. Knowing your background, I'm sure you'll be of use to me. Don't worry the pay is great, and no you don't have a choice!" Izaya smiles.

"Woah there cowboy... I'm not doing anything that's illegal for anyone."

"It's not illegal if nobody knows~"

"You're making no sense."

"It's what in good at! Celty will be at your apartment around eight tomorrow. Be ready~" he slips past me and disappears around the corner.

"Um..."

Celty types "I don't know what his motives are with you, but I promise to keep you safe."

I swallow hard, "This sounds like some reality TV show where I'm either going to get thrown in jail, die, or be a criminal on the run..."

Celty's shoulders shake in what seems to be a laugh.

Celty types "No! It'll be fine. Need a ride home?"

"Er... No I'm good. Nice to meet you uh... Mr.... Mrs... Miss...?"

"Miss Sturluson. But just stick with Celty please :)"

"Alright. Guess I'll see you tomorrow?"

She nods.

I turn and make my way around the corner and see Celty zoom past me and onto the busy street.

What exactly have I gotten myself into?