Izaya x reader

Chapter 4

"You look pitiful, Orihara," you observed as you stared down at the said person. The rain pelted down heavily on your umbrella as you watched Izaya struggle to move.

"Laugh at me if you want, (Name). You've stated before that my suffering enthralls you greatly," he breathed. You let your eyelids fall shut as you took in what you heard. The mere usage of your name without a single trace of the usual informalities caused you slight worry. He was serious.

You slowly opened your eyes and responded with, "I won't laugh."

"What's this? You're pitying me now," Izaya concluded, his vermillion colored eyes watched your actions with disappoint.

"Rather, I have a question for you." He closed his eyes, wanting nothing more but to simply be left alone. Of all people that had to find him in such a state, why'd it have to be you? To be honest, Izaya would've preferred it if Shizuo had come instead of you.

"What is it?"

"You're a big mess with injuries everywhere. Can you still say that you love humans? It seems to me that humanity hates your very existence," you reminded him, shifting all your weight on a leg and waited patiently for his reply.

"I'll never stop loving humanity even if it kills me," he replied. You blinked in surprise when you saw a soft smile adorning his face.

"Is this the first time you ever smiled sincerely?" you asked, unusually hesitant more so than usual. His ruby eyes glanced up to meet yours, eyes narrowing at your question. A sigh escaped his lips.

"You must think you're special; being one of the few to see me in this situation," Izaya murmured.

"You're so conceited for someone who's injured," you pointed out, moving your umbrella above the noiret's head, blocking the rain from continuing to pour on him. "It's time to stop playing god and take a break. I'll tend to your injuries." He sent a glare your way as if to protest against your offer.

"..."

"Isn't this the self-proclaimed love of humanity you always brag about? I'm only playing along with your expectations for a normal person," you said.

"Like I said, I don't need your pity," he repeated, a somewhat thankful undertone hidden in his words. Being just as observant as he was, you knew how lonely he was and just how much he wanted someone by his side. You'd often ask yourself why you were always the one who found the dangerous man in such desolated situations. Honestly, it was if fate had set you up with him. How unfortunate that it had to be you.