EYE CANDIES [Varied × Top Male Reader]

Shizuo Heiwajima | Drrrr!

MOUTHY [1/2]

Requested By: None

Origin: Drrrr!

Genre: ❤

Warnings: None

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Walking through the wild streets of Ikebukuro city, my [Outfit] matching my features in a way that attracts a few flirtatious passers-by. Being new to the city I have already become well aware of the choice characters in the city, one being my very own cousin; Izaya Orihara.

Speak of the devil and he will reply, I guess.

"IZAYA!!"

Queue the flying vending machine.

"Great, the sociopath with a god complex and the not-so-green hulk, just who I need to run into today." A classic eye roll followed my words, which the so called flea happened to have heard.

"Ouch [N/n]-Chan, that hurts~" Izaya smirks, dodging another stop sign whilst dramatically holding his chest as though shot. Once again I roll my eyes, noticing a tyre flying towards me, I rather lethargically side stepped the tyre, a lame success at dodging.

"I AM NOT THE HULK!!"

"Then stop acting like him." I inactively reply to him, gaining his full attention as his rage turns to me.

"WHO EVEN ARE YOU!?"

Izaya slings an arm around my shoulders, tousling my [Hair Colour] hair. "He's my pretty little cousin, right [N/n]-Chan?" Instinctively I kick his legs out from under him, sending him on his ass.

"Older cousin, who doesn't like to be touched." I correct, my monotonous voice contrasting with the warning glare in my [E/c] eyes. I look back to the angered blonde, he has calmed down greatly and seems to be rather impressed. He looks almost charming, I shake my head at those fleeting thoughts, a boyfriend wouldn't be ideal with night school and racing.

"[Y/n], are you blushing?" Izaya genuinely asks, soon sticking with his signature smirk when realising its true and the probable cause of the pigment on my cheeks. I step on his face, not hard enough to hurt him but enough to make him shut his trap.

"I'm [Y/n] [L/N], as pre-mentioned I am Izaya's cousin, and you are?" I ask with a slight smile and a held out hand. He shook it hesitantly, eyes clouded behind his tinted glasses.

"I'm Shizuo Heiwajima, how can you possibly be related to the flea?" He asks, his voice a lot smoother now that he's not shouting.

"I don't know, its rather unfortunate." As usual sarcasm laces every word I spout. He laughs a little, though his attempt at covering this up caused him to make a cute noise. I laugh at this, failing to fight the blush on my cheeks, getting off of Izaya I walk over to Shizuo. I hook my arm through his and begin to drag him away.

"[N/n]-Chan, where are you going~?" Izaya asks, back to his usual self, minus a few mud stains on his face.

"I like this one, he's interesting, so we are going to get coffee." I state in a 'duh' tone, Shizuo deadpanning beside me, mumbling something about having a say in things. He soon recomposes himself, lighting a cigarette and standing as though he couldn't care less.

"Shouldn't you ask first~?" Izaya asks, standing a bit behind us and dusting himself off. I ponder this a moment then decide to.

"So what'cha say Zu-Zu? Wanna come on the greatest coffee trip of your life~?" I ask, sugar coating every word to emphasise my sarcasm on a new level. He looks as though he wants to rip his tongue out as he answers.

"Yeah sure, and don't call me... ugh that" He scrunches his face in disgust at the nickname, that's sticking. I smirk and grab his wrist as I pull him along.

"Fan-bloody-tastic, le'go."

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Ugh, any ideas on what to write next?

I'm thinking of a Tamaki Suoh shot, but I cant think of anything to do.

Well enjoy~