the mysterious fangurl(izaya x reader x shizuo)

Don't confront someone you're sharing hotpot with

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

I was too careless.

Had I not realised I had to be more careful? I was living with Izaya-Kun for god's sake! He wouldn't just sit still and let me have my way just like that would he?

*flashback*

I slipped the phone out of my pocket and played with it in my hands, staring at it intently.

I do want to see what else is in here, but I'm..scared. This really was selfish of me, but I wanted to at least have a while more, just a while more, to continue living cluelessly like that. It was unfair to everyone around me that was being inconvenienced, but something told me that if I looked through this phone, I'd find something that would change everything.

*flashback end*

If only I had just sucked it up and went through it back then.....

My fists subconsciously clenched together, so occupied I was oblivious to the tingle of pain coating my lower lip, caused by my biting action.

It was no use thinking about it now.

"(Y/n)-Chan, I'm making hotpot! Did you eat yet?"

A familiar voice echoed from outside, muffled yet just barely audible.

I just had to make sure to do something now.
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Normal POV:

The atmosphere of the apartment was still, the soft clinking of utensils only adding to the peaceful tranquility.

Your chopsticks reached out to the center of the table, it was obvious your aim was towards the beef floating up in the pot, it's juicy self prepared for consumption.

"Hey, Izaya-Kun?"

"Hmm?"

"You went through my phone didn't you?"