the mysterious fangurl(izaya x reader x shizuo)

Don't try for a date

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

"Oh (y/n)-Chan, you're here!"

Hearing his cheery shout from across the park instinctively resulted in the reddening of your complexion from embarrassment, and you trying naturally hiding your features from curious onlookers passing by as you made your way towards him.

"Sorry, it took a long time to get ready."

"Don't worry about it, I just got here myself!"

"Okay..."

Your expression was definitely out of place in such a lovey-dovey situation, it was as if the both of you having two entirely different conversations.

'I don't understand his intentions at all."
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Your POV:

*flashback*

"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."

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

*flashback end*

This had been continuously playing through my mind ever since I came back to my room. It's currently the eighteenth time.

"Ugh."

I wanted to scream loudly in an attempt to relieve my frustrations, but I knew he would hear, so I had no choice but to groan pathetically into a pillow.

Hi, I'm (y/n), and I'm currently suffering due to a certain narcissistic sadist.

"But a date, he's really out to torture me as much as he can...and the worst part is, I don't even know what he's trying to do."

I pulled my knees in, linking my arms together as I hugged them. It seemed so quiet outside, I wondered if he was even still in the apartment.

Maybe he went out? He's always somehow everywhere at the same time.

Before I knew it, I could feel my face heating up, and my heartbeats beginning to pound faster and harder in my chest. To get excited over something like this: was I actually a masochist before? It's irritating how I can't confidently deny that statement.

But, maybe the reason is because I'm not used to going out on dates—right, that it, let's just think that way, it's much better than the previous possibility.

Out of the corner of my eye I could see the some pink fabric sticking out from the cupboard of my room.

Come to think of it, I haven't really gotten the chance to wear most of the clothes he impulsively bought for me the other day.  Especially the ones that I can't bring myself to wear just to go out for a simple walk in the streets.

Even if things are like this...I should at least try for a date right? It's a good chance to not to waste the dresses he already bought as well....

Plus, he may decide not to go through with his end of the deal if I don't make any effort.

Why did I sound like I was trying to justify something? It's not that right?

Of course it's not.

I'm just doing this so I can get my phone data back and find information about Kida-kun's situation. I would have to be insane to be excited.

Mmhmm, regardless of how I was like in the past, I'm a logical person now. So there's no other explanation.

My fingers clasped around the cold metal handle, revealing the uncountable quantity of dressing I had acquired without asking. Scanning through the wardrobe a soft material brushed past my skin, and I returned to check what kind of clothing it was.

"Wah—just what kind else kind of occasion am I supposed to wear this?! Don't tell me he planned for all this to happen!!

Tomorrow, I'm going on my first date ever as far as I can remember with Orihara Izaya unwillingly.
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"Hey (y/n)-Chan, don't space out during a date!"

"Ahh, sorry! Maybe I didn't get much sleep last night..."

This won't do, (y/n)!! You already know he's always up to something, he's just a scheming character by nature. You can think about what this all means later! For now,

Focus!

"Hehh, but you really look good in that dress. Isn't that the one I picked out for you last time?"

"That's-"

I could feel my cheeks flush up again. It's just a compliment, don't be so weak!! It's just some lip service courtesy for how these things work!

Today, you have to win him for once.

"Thanks Izaya-kun."

My cheeks hurt from how hard I was forcing the fake smile.