the mysterious fangurl(izaya x reader x shizuo)

Don't be as eccentric as Izaya

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

I swallowed hardly, my hands clenched tightly, engulfing the doorknob in my grasp.

No backing out now.

Pursing my lips with determination I squeezed my eyes shut apprehensively, at the same time putting strength to my hand as it pulled down at the doorknob, the action that would trigger the opening of that door.

"Huh?"

I opened my eyes, blinking in confusion as I tried again. Nope, it wasn't opening. As if in denial, I tried one more time.

Y-you've gotta be kidding me right?! I come here with such a determined and purposeful mindset, and THIS happens?! Why can't this damn door just open and let me do my thing?! I wanna have a cool moment for once!!

"(Y/n)-Chan?"

I gritted my teeth in irritation, that guy just had to come now, why wasn't it Namie-onee-san? Haha, I'm so embarrassed but I don't wanna give him the satisfaction of seeing that—

"Y-yo, Izaya-Kun."

Flashing the best smile I could muster at that moment I turned, waving my free hand as casually as possible. He smirked, though for just a second, before switching to an amused smile.

Of course he would notice something was up.

"So, (Y/n)-Chan, what are you doing outside the apartment like that?"

His amusement grew with his playful question, even though he so obviously knew why I was outside.

This sadist, I'm not gonna let you—!!

"O-ohhh, I just thought that, ya know, this is a really nice door!! Don't ya think, Izaya-Kun?"

Ah, I really am an idiot.

His eyes widened slightly, and he froze with a blank face, simply looking at my gestures of fondling the door's texture with my hands, to express my faked delight.

I sweatdropped. No way he would buy it...?

"You're right (Y/n)-Chan, you're absolutely correct!!"

Huh?

His smile was yet again switched, this time to a bright one. And his eyes gleamed with an excited sparkle as he grabbed my hands without warning, taking me by surprise.

Huh?

"Oh how I wished there was someone else to share my appreciation of such a wonderful door, and now there's you (Y/n)-Chan!! Namie-san sadly couldn't understand how I felt, and now I have you!!"

I blinked, allowing him to continue shaking my hands in his own enthusiastically.

Was this...that Izaya-Kun? I mean, the Izaya-Kun that was always calm and composed, and always smirked like he knew everything?

Although he was usually so sharp, now he just seemed so ignorant to me, obliviously ranting on with his fantasies of his apartment's door.

"—ah, I really am Glad!!"

I snapped back to attention when he released his grasp on me suddenly, once again taking me by surprise.

"Aren't you, (Y/n)-Chan?"

I observed his flawless beam, debating what answer I should give him. Take back what I said and tell him the truth? Retort and demand him to let me in?

No, for someone as eccentric as him....

You gotta be just as eccentric!!

"Ahaha, of course I am Izaya-Kun~~ It really is the best one I've seen!!"

Now come at me with all you've got!! I've gotten on the same wavelength as you, Izaya-Kun!!

"Yes, you really get me after all!!"

It's working!! Now I should just go with the flow, and naturally follow when he enters the apartment....

"Alright, I'm gonna head in first okay? (Y/n)-Chan, take your time~~"

Eh what?

Before I knew it he had smoothly gotten past me, his fingers clutching a small key, already starting to turn it in the lock.

"Wait, Izaya-Kun, I-"

"Don't let me hold you up (Y/n)-Chan, take your time coming in~~!!"

And with that, he had closed the door, leaving me to stare after him in bewilderment, too stunned to give any other response.

A soft click sounded within the apartment, telling me he had locked the door.

Did I just...play right into his hands?
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Normal POV:

"Haha, it's so fun to mess with (Y/n)-Chan."

Plopping down on his comfy armchair with a sigh, he stretched his arms out as he removed his signature fur coat from his slender frame, an innocent smile on his lips

"I didn't think she'd actually go with it, I mean really, a door?"

"Egoistic pervert who's speaking to himself, I'm going home."

The nonchalant voice that had so nautically insulted him without a shred of restraint or remorse caught his attention, and he beamed to the deadpanned woman.

"Say, Namie-san, would you like to stay for dinner?"

"I'd rather not, it would ruin my appetite to eat with you."

"Ahaha, how direct."

Brushing away her comments with a monotoned laugh he narrowed his eyes, Chin resting on a hand as he watched the brunette head to the door.

"Don't forget to lock the door after you."