Izaya x reader

Chapter 2

"Oh, (Nickname), what brings you here?" Izaya sang, a grin plastered on his face as he opened the door for you. You quickly threw a bag full of groceries at him, clearly vexed at the joyous look on his face.

"Catch," you stated, eyes glaring at him.

"(Nickname), you say that before you throw something at someone," the black-haired male insisted, faking a frown in hopes to stir up your emotions. As usual, that was a complete failure.

"You're the exception to that rule," you retaliated, unfazed by his words as you walked in. "If you wanted someone to cook for you, get Namie to do it instead. Seeing you on a daily basis will serve to be unpleasant for the both of us." His carnelian eyes followed you as you walked into his home, your own eyes analyzing your surroundings. What caught your attention was when you glanced at the screen of his computer. "You're chatting to yourself online? How pitiful."

"Aren't you equally as pitiful, (Nickname)? You hate almost every human you meet," he said, a teasing smirk forming on his features.

"You more so than me. Unlike you, I'm not lonely from the lack of social needs. You practically beg for my company when possible," you retorted, not liking the idea of being lumped in together with him. Your eye twitched when you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist, a chest pressing against your back.

"And yet you came rushing here as if you wanted to see me. Is it that you've come to love me, (Nickname)?" His deep voice being so close to your ears sent chills down your spine. You shifted your body slightly in his arms; just enough to look at him though.

"You can keep deluding yourself, but don't keep calling me over to satisfy your pride. Now let go. The sooner I finish cooking for you, the sooner I can leave."

"You don't have to leave so soon, (Name). Stay for dinner while you're at it," Izaya insisted, his arms tightening around your waist. You closed your eyes, silently contemplating whether or not you should stay. You could sense the lonely undertone of his words. He was good with words, constantly hiding how he truly felt, but you could tell otherwise.

He just wanted someone to accompany him.

"Only for a little bit," you conceded.

"Stay as long as you want, (Nickname)!"