the mysterious fangurl(izaya x reader x shizuo)

Don't try to find Izaya's weakness

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

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Normal POV:

As the theater doors unlatched, the crowd streamed out restlessly, the air instantly filling with vibrant chatter, mostly regarding the past three hours. You both followed along, the silence between your forms greatly contrasting the bustling activity around.

With as little sound as possible, you reached into you bag, pulling out a small notepad and pen, your eyes still carefully glued onto the male figure's back that was still turned against you, looking straight ahead. Gingerly pursing your lips in a vexed manner you scribbled a messy 'X' into the box beside 'Scary movies'.

"(Y/n)-chan?"

Your head shot up at the mention of your name, hurriedly stuffing the materials back into the contents of your bag at an inhumane speed, still somehow managing to remember to greet his brown orbs with a delicate smile, internally relieved when he simply returned the gesture back.

You hated to admit it, and you would never ever verbally voice it out, but he really did have a charming smile.

"What's wrong?"

"Haha, sorry Izaya-Kun, I was just thinking about the movie. Did you enjoy it?"

"Mmhmm, it was really good! Though it was so scary, I almost screamed so many times."

'Liar, you were smiling throughout the entire movie.'

"What about you?"

"Me too."
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Your POV:

Maybe the way I'm trying to get about this is wrong?

I pushed the fork thoughtfully into my mouth, barely focused on the heavenly delicious flavour that instantly filled my palate. I didn't even realise I was already stabbing into the cake for more. I looked up quietly, taking another bite.

I mean...I'm not proud that the only thing I could think of was scary movies, and nothing else. And maybe knowing that kind of weakness isn't very effective to use against him.

Izaya was composed as usual, his eyes closed delicately as he sipped on the black coffee he had ordered.

He ordered black coffee last time too. He really does like bitter things doesn't he? It's such a shame that he didn't order any of their cakes though, everyone seems to come here just for them...

Ah.

"Izaya-Kun."

"Hmm?"

"Say 'ahh'?"

His eyes slowly opened, gradually moving up from his cup to my face, like he was purposefully taking his time to do so.

Shit, I only said that out of impulse...was it too much?

"Sure."

Eh?

"Ahh—"

Bringing his chin down gently he bent forward, his lips parted slightly right before the piece of pastry, signalling for me to feed it to him.

That's—

That's definitely too much...!!

I could feel my face burning up, and my hand was visibly shaking, my palms getting sweaty with stress.

This is so much worse than I expected it to be—why is he being so obedient of all times?! Is he making fun of me—

He still hasn't moved—should I just do it?

If I can't even do this much even after being the one to suggest it, how am I going to go against him, much less beat him?

I bit my lip, gripping the metal utensil stronger than before.

Nope, there's nothing to be nervous about (y/n), it's just Izaya-Kun. You just have to feed him a bite of cake to check something.

You don't even have to think about it.
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Izaya's POV:

Hmm, she's taking longer than I expected.

I couldn't contain myself, I had to take a small peek, not knowing what was happening. Discreetly I peeked out of my right eye, just enough to catch sight of (y/n)-Chan.

Unfortunately her head was lowered, and her hair was hiding her eyes, preventing me from seeing her expression very well. She was still in the same position, though I could see her hand trembling.

Honestly I'm a little disappointed, I didn't think she wouldn't be able to do at least this. It can't be helped, I'll just-

"Izaya-Kun,"

Oh, she's moving the fork to my mouth, so she's going to do it in the end~

Satisfied, I shut my eyes once more, jutting my Chin our just a bit more, anticipating for the treat to touch my lips anytime soon-

"Sorry, I suddenly have a stomachache. Can you feed yourself Izaya-Kun? I'll be back soon."

I could feel the object being pushed into my fingers, and I was just in time to witness her pulling back her chair, before hurriedly dashing into the opposite direction of the bathroom, without waiting for me to reply.

Staring after her departing form I allowed my posture to relax further into the surface behind me, concentrating my gaze on the cake she had given me, though I couldn't have been more uninterested in it.

(Y/n)-Chan's expression...maybe I'm not so disappointed anymore.

You're so cute, (y/n)-Chan.