the mysterious fangurl(izaya x reader x shizuo)

Don't be too late

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

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Normal POV:

"I'm sorry."

You timidly accepted the can held out by the blonde, hunching your shoulder over meekly, not looking at him directly. Shizuo joined you on the wooden bench, his towering frame settling down on the space near you. Popping his own can open loosely with ease he propped his head back, taking a sip.

Your hands moved along the cold surface of the drink, tracing the outline of the tab of the can absentmindedly.

For once you didn't mind the silence.

"Don't mention it."

You couldn't hide the small reserved smile spreading along the curves of your lips when he finally replied, your gaze deciding to stay where it was.

Shizuo's responses were always so simple and uncomplicated, and his words seemed to contain some dopey effect that allowed you to relax. Despite the fact your eyes were noticeably swollen and your cheeks were still flushed, it felt peaceful.

If only time would stop.

But, that would be selfish. And, impossible.

"Still, I'm sorry. For crying like that..."

"You know,"

He cut you off before you could finish what you were intending to say, your posture freezing up.

"When someone helps you, you should just say thank you instead of sorry. And I did hit you with a vending machine, I owe you this much."

Your back slackened back into its previous position, letting out a sheepish laugh.

"Shizuo-san, you're too nice."

"Shizuo-san?"

You hadn't expected him to catch the difference so fast, a  disconcerted blush expressing your feelings. You were sure you had tried to make it sound as natural as possible, hoping it would bypass him without catching on.

Acting natural really wasn't your cup of tea, huh?

"D-did that sound too awkward? I was really aiming for it to not be, haha..."

"No not really...but, why are you suddenly calling me that?"

"Well..."

You blinked obtusely.

"I just thought you wouldn't want me to call you that."

"Why?"

"Why? That's..."

"It's okay."

"Eh?"

You looked up. It had been a while since your eyes met his aloof ones. It was strange, they were aloof, and yet warm.

"It's okay if you call me that."

"..."

"Because you hit me with a vending machine?"

You didn't even realize you had said that out loud.

"No, dummy."

He raised the hand nearest to you, resting it gently against the top of your head. The condition of your reddened cheeks punctually worsened upon the contact of his large fingers ruffling your hair slightly. His touch was rough and clumsy, and it messed up the locks of your (h/c) hair.

You didn't mind it.

"..Shizu-chan..."

Again, you had so impulsively called him by that name.

"Sorry! I didn't mean to-"

"I told you you don't need to keep apologizing right? If it's too hard, you can just call me that."

"Why?"