the mysterious fangurl(izaya x reader x shizuo)

Don't lose your composure

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

What does Shizu-Chan have to do with this...?

Why did Izaya-Kun seem to dislike Shizu-Chan? Isn't he counted as a 'human' too? If so he should be included in his so-called 'love towards humans'.

I honestly felt that somewhere deep within, I knew the answer. Somehow, someway. But, I was hesitant to try and pry further into it.

After all, it would yet again be something I had found out probably by stalking or some other similar means...

Come to think of it, how did I manage to do that to someone like Izaya-Kun in the past?! I can barely even keep up with him now.

"(Y/n)-Chan?"

My inner thoughts were abruptly cut short by the raven-haired male's voice, and realising he was now facing me with a curious expression, i hurriedly shook my head, reminding myself to stay focused.

"I mean—what's the point in telling me this? You don't care what I think of you right?"

"As a matter of fact, I'd rather you not have a negative opinion of me."

My head tilted to a side, eyebrows raised in puzzlement.

"Why?"

"You see, I've taken quite a liking to you myself."
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Eh.

Ehh?

EHHHHHHHHH—

I could feel my whole entirety flush up, hot sensation radiating from my cheeks , my eyes twitching erratically.

Damn it (y/n), stop losing your composure!! You know what he means, it's not a confession or anything!!

Right, he just means I'm interesting and he has fun mocking and taunting me, mm hmm, this is Izaya-Kun after all!

Don't get distracted!

BAAM

My fists slammed with unnecessarily brute force onto the table, causing a few dishes to shake dangerously. Luckily, the main pot still filled with deliciousness was sturdy enough to withstand my strength.

"Phone! That's right, my phone! Izaya-Kun!"

"Oh my, are you angry? Don't be mad (y/n)-Chan, you'll get wrinkles on your cute face~"

His overly cheerful teasing tone that seemed to ridicule me only worsened my frustration, and I glared at him sharply.

"Shut up, don't change the topic again! Just what did you do to the contents of my phone, Izaya-Kun!"

It irked me that his amusement was only growing by the minute. He was enjoying himself for sure, it was painfully obvious.

"Hmm...well, what benefit would I receive if I tell you?"

I stared at him in disbelief. Once again, he feigned oblivion to me, putting a finger delicately against his chin, as if he was thinking.

"Haaah?"

"Ahh, I know, then..."

I was still frozen in my spot, my mixed feelings of confusion and bewilderment running through my mind, still taking time to process the turn of events.

"What about a date?"