Izaya x reader

Chapter 3

"(Nickname), have you ever eaten your own cooking?" the informant asked, staring at what you considered to be dinner... or at least not intentional poison. You gave him a glare, upset at his question.

"If I recall correctly, you specifically asked me to come cook for you. For free no less. If you've got a problem, then don't call me next time," you said, shoving a spoonful of your meal into your mouth only to cough it up seconds later. Izaya watched you from the other side of the dining table, amused at your reaction of the concoction you cooked up. "I think it's better if we order something else to eat. I'm not trying to become a murderer," you yielded.

"Nope!" the noiret chirped, the usual cheery expression appearing on his face. Your eyes shot up to meet his.

"What are you saying?! I may be stubborn, but I'm not an idiot!" you exclaimed, surprised at his willingness to eat what you spat out just moments ago.

"I might die."

"Then that's all the more reason not to eat any of it!"

"However, didn't you make this specifically for me? I'll eat it no matter what. It's hard to get someone like you to cook for me," he stated, placing a spoonful into his mouth. You blinked quietly, noticing him to be paler than usual as he tried to get it down, a forced smile replacing the overly happy one from earlier. "Isn't it a miracle, (Nickname)? It's actually edible!" Izaya teased.

"Don't lie to me, damnit!"