the mysterious fangurl(izaya x reader x shizuo)

Don't ask what's wrong

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

"Don't mention it (y/n)-Chan, come on in."

Gracefully shifting his frame to the side of the door he held out an arm in a gentlemanly manner, gesturing for his female companion to enter. Returning his actions with a complying nod and a friendly smile the (y/h/c)-haired girl walked into the luxurious apartment, her expression instantly changing the moment it was out of sight from the man behind her, dropping drastically into an annoyed frown.

"Did you finish admiring the top-quality wood?"

He wasn't even trying to hide the mocking intention laced within his taunting question.

"Yep! It really was great quality."

'You dick.'
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Your POV:

"Here (y/n)-Chan."

"Ah, thanks."

I accepted the coffee from Izaya-Kun's hands, taking a sip of the beverage as he sat himself on the couch across me. I didn't have to look to know he was watching me.

"So, did you enjoy your talk with Ryuugamine-Kun and Anri-Chan?"

I took another sip, sighing as I placed the cup down on the glass table, my eyes still not reciprocating the eyecontact the raven-haired man was giving me.

"Mm, I think I really hit it off with them, they're such nice people."

Without hesitation I replied with a beam. A perfectly normal reply to his question, with a nonchalant tone. After all, at this point, I should already know.

There's no way he wouldn't find out about that.

I don't know what the hell kind of supernatural ability he has, but apparently he has hawk eyes everywhere and knows of everything everyone does.

Maybe he's a stalker too!!

Though...I'm not really the person to judge am I?

He hummed at my reply, his brown orbs still focusing on my figure, blatantly gazing at me. As I thought, he expected a reaction for what he said didn't he?

Well TOO BAD, Izaya-Kun.

I may not be as smart and intellectual as you, but even I can figure out your patterns by now!!

You do things to satisfy your own interest,

Which means the one thing you'd like the most is a reaction from what you do, be it something you expected or not.

So, the best way to counter you,

Is to not give a reaction at all!!

For once I'm one step ahead of your stupid games, you're never gonna get a reaction out of me again, I won't give you that satisfaction again!! Now, come at me, I'm prepared!!

Snapping out of my daze I peered back up where he had been sitting, the seat before me now empty.

Wait, where did he—

"Hey (y/n)-Chan."

I spun to my side, where the voice had come from, my eyes immediately widening and my cheeks flushing up a bright scarlet shade involuntarily.

"Wha—what're you doing here?!"

Instinctively increasing the distance between his overly close face and mine, I hurriedly backed away, shifting my body to the other side of the couch in a hasty manner, an arm over my cheeks and my face now turned to the side, a not so successful attempt at hiding my blush.

I mean, okay, I did just exactly the opposite of what I said I'd do not even a minute before, but how can you blame me when he's suddenly right next to me and our faces are just inches apart?! And I didn't mean for him to come at me literally!! Plus he's prettier than I'll ever be, so I think I'm justified to act like this!!

I-it's okay, it's okay. I'll just say I was taken aback, and laugh about the situation!! Then, I can change the topic and move on from here—

"(Y/n)-Chan, are you okay? Why'd you suddenly move away like that? I'm hurt~"

Using a slender arm to support his movements he leaned over, pushing himself towards me, his obviously faked expression of worry now so close I could feel his bangs tickling my skin. With his free hand he grabbed the arm masking the lower half of my features, promptly getting rid of the only defence mechanism I had.

"What's wrong (y/n)-Chan?"

Catching a glimpse of the taunting smirk growing on his lips, i pursed my lips in frustration.

You know what the hell's wrong you bastard.