the mysterious fangurl(izaya x reader x shizuo)

Don't get overly excited about youth

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

"O-ohh!! Friends huh?! That's nice, mmm, right, youth is all about friendship!! Enjoy and treasure your bonds!!!...."

My voice trailed off and the over excitement coating my words dissipated as I realised that the abilities of my loud voice had reached the other customers in the cafe, and some of the servers had even stopped their movements to look back at me with shock and puzzlement.

Biting my lip I pretended to laugh the situation off, a clumsy hand running through my hair, as if doing so would soothe my distress. It didn't, though I continued doing so.

I really need to control myself, at this point I'm sure I'm that one weird ass character no one understands at all.

I mean, I'm not gonna lie, I probably am.
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"A-ahaha, sorry about that, I just get slightly excited when talking about youth...hahaha.."

Wow, great excuse. And I sound like a pervert.

"No, not at all, you must have very fond memories...(y/n)-san..."

A warm smile seemed to fill Sonohara-san's lips as she looked down, her fingers fidgeting around with the porcelain cup in her hands. It looked like she herself was recalling her own, and I couldn't help but smile at her.

She seemed like a good girl, and my instincts told me that was true. All those feelings of intuition I had about her...her having a big secret like Celty-san...i shouldn't meddle in it, and cause trouble for such a good person.

"Well...Sonohara-san, you're enjoying the days you're living right now, yes?"

Before I knew it I had blurted out another weird question, returning the awkward atmosphere that had previously wafted around as Sonohara-san blinked, her eyebrows high as if she was startled by my words.

Ryuugamine-Kun, however, just seemed to stare at her nonchalantly, as if he was waiting for her to give an answer. The silence seemed to continue on, and I sweatdropped, wondering how long this would continue on.

M-maybe I should just say something else, it looks like she doesn't want to answer....

"Sonohara-san, it's okay if you don't wanna-"

"Yes."

Her voice was in her usual tone, soft spoken and humble, but it was accompanied with determination, and her head was now raised, her big eyes returning my gaze. Her smile was wider than before.

"Thanks to Ryuugamine-Kun and Kida-Kun...and everyone else, I'm enjoying the days I'm living right now."

Hearing this Ryuugamine-Kun seemed to smile as well, and his expression was something...indescribable. Though, I could tell from it, just how much he cared for her.

And I'm not sure why, but I knew, he cared just as much, if not more, for Kida-Kun.

"I've brought your cakes, thank you for your patience~~"

A cheerful voice interrupted the conversation, the source being the previous waitress who had taken our orders, now back with a tray of cakes for us.

As she arranged the plates into our table I continued studying the pair before me as they interacted.

They were good people, and they cared deeply for Kida-Kun. I didn't know him for Long, or talked to him a lot. I don't even know what he's really like.

But, I couldn't forget the smile he had given me, and that image remained in my mind.

I wanted to help him.