the mysterious fangurl(izaya x reader x shizuo)

Don't be a tsundere

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

You could feel your eye twitching, your body unable to do anything but stare after the ridiculous man before you, his lips carrying a stupid confident grin as he returned your look, as if anticipating your reply to his previous offer.

"Haaah...."

Your frame finally caved, hunching down as a long tired sigh that clearly expressed your drained energy released into the air, though the tension within your form remained. Izaya cocked his to the side, his smile remaining guilt-free despite the torment he was causing you.

"I understand."

Your head darted up, a determined gleam in your serious eyes. His smile seemed to dissolve just a little into a smirk.

"Really?"

His voice sounded slightly surprised, probably at how fast you had agreed to his absurd demand.

"Yes, but only because you said you'd tell me what you did with my phone. Though I'm really not in the mood to do lovey-dovey stuff with you..."

"(Y/n)-Chan, you want to do lovey-dovey stuff with me? Ehhh you're bold~"

"No!! And once you tell me what happened me you better give it back. Or I'll take it myself."

His lips dropped dramatically into an almost childish frown. His sharp eyes narrowed, and his figure leaned forward, obviously directed at you.

"W-what?"

You knew you really shouldn't, but every tome he suddenly looked at you with those chocolate-brown orbs, you couldn't refrain yourself from losing your composure, only slightly.

"(Y/n)-Chan,"

His words were slow and carefully pronounced, almost like he knew the more time went by, the more nervous you were getting.

"Are you..."

You gulped, unable to anticipate what he would say. After all, it was Izaya.

"Are you a tsundere?"

Your teeth gritted together hardly, your fists constraining the eager urge to throw something at him, though you resisted with much tolerance, swaying yourself back down and continuing to grab at the ingredients floating around the pot, the only sound audible in the atmosphere your chewing. Izaya watched as you with a smirk, it was unbeknownst to you the actions of his finger tracing delicately along the frame of his laptop, almost affectionately.

"You really are showing your cold side a lot recently, you know (Y/n)-Chan?"