I Love You [Izaya Orihara x Reader]

Chapter 3

You sighed. After countless attempts and fails of Masaomi trying to pick up girls and you and Mikado watching from afar, you were bored. It was quite clear he wouldn't be getting any numbers or dates from any of the ladies he was trying to pick up. You had already thousands of pick-up lines from him in the past day, albeit none of them were successful.

Now, the three of you were walking down the sidewalk, with you trying to convince Masaomi to stop to get some food to sate your hunger.

You forgot to eat breakfast this morning.

"We can't! Not until I've at least gotten one girl..." He trailed off as he took a glance down the alley you were walking by. Sonohara Anri, the girl who you and your blond best friend shipped with Mikado, was standing in it, being cornered by three ugly-ass girls wearing a Raira uniform and a disgusting male, who was most likely one of their boyfriends.

They sure did have bad taste in men, unlike you.

The three of you hid behind the corner of the wall, watching to see what would happen next. Mikado looked like he was trying to come up with a plan, and he seemed to have found one. He prepared to take a step forward, until you heard a smooth voice behind you.

"You're going to stop them, right? And be the hero?" it said, smirking. An arm looped through yours and another nudged Mikado forward. Mikado looked slightly frightened from what was happening, getting more panicky as you moved closer and closer to the bullies and Sonohara.

Izaya pushed him forward, Mikado stumbling to a stop in between Sonohara and the three girls.

"What do you want, dork?" the brown-haired girl in the middle grumbled, her brown eyes giving Mikado a cold stare.

"I...uh...oh..." Mikado stumbles over his words as you smiled mischieviously.

"Bullies are lame," Izaya vocalized, chuckling as the entire group turned to him in surprise. "It's pathetic, really."

"What are you, forty? Butt out, old man," the brown-haired girl said, glaring at him.

"It's not my problem if you lovely ladies getting pummelled to death and die. I could knock your teeth in, or you can bag on my age when I'm really just twenty-three. It doesn't matter though, because you're in a class so below me, I'll never have anything to do with you."

"Huh?" The three girls looked stunned and confused at the same time at what he had just uttered.

Izaya continued on. "Human beings are weak things. But beating up chicks isn't really my shtick."

A second later, the strap of the yellow bag hanging off the brown-haired girl's shoulder was cut, and the bag fell to the ground, the some of the contents inside clattering out.

Izaya picked up the pink cellphone that spilled out, saying, "So I guess I'll be smashing your cell phone instead."

He dropped the phone onto the hard pavement. He lifted his foot and brought it down to the ground hard, over and over again, crushing the phone. Meanwhile, his laughter rung out as the girls stared at him in shock and horror.

But then, his foot stopped, and he placed it on the ground with a chuckle. "I'm bored now. I guess that's enough phone smashing for me!"

"H-Hiroshi!" the brown-haired girl called out. The male staggered forward, one hand clenching his groin and the other making weird hand gestures.

"Yo, yo, yo!" he growled, his body shaking. To be honest, it seemed like he was on some kind of drug...

"Ooh, scary," Izaya mocked with a condescending grin.