Durarara Bridge

Chapter 6

(A/N): Hello everyone! It's been a while since I've updated, but I'm back with another part. Please enjoy some fluff between Shizuo and (Y/N), and stay tuned for more chapters!

I tossed and turned, trying to get comfortable on my bed.

Wait. Bed?

I slowly opened my eyes and saw that the morning sun was shining brightly through my curtain covered windows. I squinted, the brightness stinging my eyes.

'Shizuo must've carried me home from the train last night...' I felt a bit guilty at the thought of making Shizuo carry me home. I hoped he wasn't mad at me for falling asleep.

I heard the sound of a shower faucet being turned off, and soon a door being opened. I open my bedroom door to see a half naked Shizuo standing in front of the bathroom with a towel covering his waist; he was using another smaller towel to dry his hair while I gaped at his body unsuspectingly.

His body was so flawless and perfectly shaped. He wasn't too muscular or too skinny; he was well built.

"...can I help you?"

When I woke up from my staring, I saw that Shizuo's face was right in front of mine. He gave me a questioning look.

"Ah!" I scooted away from Shizuo. "Y-you scared me there Shizuo..."

"But weren't you staring at me before I got close to you?" My eyes again trailed down towards his body before I turned away from him. "Why are you staring at me so much?"

"I was, but, y'know...I mean, well..." I started mumbling inaudiably to Shizuo. I heard him move closer to me.

"What?" I turned back to him, internally dying as he continued to stare directly into my eyes.

"J-just put some clothes on please." I said quickly. Shizuo chuckled a bit.

"So that's why you were staring, huh?" He got off of my bed and stretched.

'Please stop Shizuo you're going to kill me...' I thought as he showed off his back to me unknowingly. His finely chiseled muscles were just too perfect for me.

"I do need clothes, but the only problem is that the bartender outfit that I was wearing is the only outift I have with me. I don't have a spare change of clothes." He faced me again, but this time with a bit of a disappointing expression.

I thought for a bit before getting up and going to my father's room. Shizuo followed me as I went into his closet.

"Hm, my father's clothes should fit you for now. You could borrow his clothes until your bartender outfit has been cleaned." I handed Shizuo a clean white t-shirt.

"Are you sure it's okay?"

"Of course it's okay Shizuo. I don't mind, and my father isn't here so it's okay." I led Shizuo towards my father's dresser and opened a drawer with his underwear in it.

"This dresser has all of my dad's jeans, socks, and underwear." I walked towards the door to leave before turning around to ask him a question.

"Wait. Where did you put your bartender outfit?"

"I left it on the counter folded."

"Oh okay. Just go change into whatever seems comfortable to you from my dad's wardrobe." I exited the room and closed the door as I took Shizuo's clothing. I looked down at the pile of folded clothes.

"I'll have to take them to a dry cleaner or something. It'll get ruined if I just wash it normally." I grabbed three hangers for his clothes and hung his pants, white button up, and vest separately. I quickly changed and I brought them downstairs afterwards as I prepared to go to the dry cleaners to get them cleaned. Shizuo then walked out of my fathers' room wearing a white t-shirt and dark, simple blue jeans. He looked at me as he saw me prepare my black bag.