Underground Heart (Izaya Orihara x Reader) Durarara!!

Eight: Despicable

As the sun started reaching its peak, you began to regret ever leaving the cool and comfortable flat of your despicable employer. Nevertheless, you tried to withstand the unbearable heat of Tokyo's summer and continued marching through the crowded Ikebukuro streets. You found it relieving that the district was far from prone to changes. Most of its buildings were in line with your memories, which made it easier for you to navigate through its complex streets.

The irritation you'd felt in the morning was still bottling up inside of you, but the thought of having a delicious grub was making your mood slightly better. You were in the middle of deciding whether to eat sushi or ramen when a gigantic black hand appeared before your nose.

"Russia sushi, good, cheap, come in lady", you heard from somewhere above you.

As you looked up, you saw a smiling black man with fish mouth and a blue and white apron. He was a sight in and of itself, but what struck you the most was his incredible height. Despite his soft behaviour, you could tell that he wasn't a normal person. A mafia member? You weren't sure, but he looked strong, it was kind of intimidating. You were surprised to the extent were you couldn't find your words.

"Ekh... Um... I...," you tried to say something but the man was already leading you inside the bar.

You sat by one of the free tables and scanned the menu. Some of the dishes were giving you shivers, so you flipped the pages in search of an edible one. Focused on the food, you didn't notice a group of teenagers approaching your desk.

"Hey, pretty girl, would you like to join us?," a high voice reached your ear. You looked to the side to see that the person who said this rather cheap pick up line was a blond boy with piercings and a smug face. Next to him was standing a black-haired girl with glasses. Her eyes were locked on the second boy, slightly shorter than his friend. All of them were wearing blue school uniforms. They were probably around sixteen.

The following moment of hesitation was taken as an agreement by the blond boy. Before you could even say something, his hand reached yours and you were already approaching a table in the corner of the bar, on which a couple of glasses were standing.

This would be a rather cute situation, you thought to yourself, if it wasn't for the fact that I'm in my twenties.

You let out a sigh, letting the boy drag you to the free chair by their table.

As the three of them placed themselves in their seats, the blond boy continued.

"I'm sorry for dragging you here, but you seemed lonely. I guess you're here for the first time. There are a few dishes that are edible," he said. "By the way, my name is Kida Masaomi. This guy is Ryuugamine Mikado and the girl is Anri Sonohara. We're first years in Raira Academy, and you?," he glanced at you curiously.

"I'm actually working," you replied shyly.

The boy didn't get the message behind your response.

"So you're a drop out?," he asked.

"No, I've finished high school some time ago," you corrected him. The boy, as well as the other two, blushed in embarrassment and bowed lightly.

"I'm sorry! I was sure you were our age, um... Miss...," he peeked at you, wondering whether you were angry. You smiled nicely and assured him.

"It's okay, don't call me miss, it makes me feel old," you laughed, honestly amused by the situation, "I'm not that older than you. Call me [Name]".

The boy regained his composure.

"You look so young," he explained himself. "What is your job?"

Your face became gloomy the moment you recalled Izaya.

"Secretary," you replied shortly.

"Why do you look so unpleased?," the boy asked.

"My employer is a scum".