the mysterious fangurl(izaya x reader x shizuo)

Don't be in an unfortunate situation

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

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Izaya's POV:

It's truly unfortunate.

"My, you're back so soon? And here I was hoping I wouldn't have to see you today."

"Namie-san, I got dumped by (y/n)-chan."

She must have noticed the obviously mocked emotions of sorrow in my tone, I watched as she looked up from her book, still retaining the indifferent attitude and offhanded stare. We shared gazes until she broke it, bluntly returning to the object in her hands.

"Is that so? I think it's extraordinary she hasn't until now."

So curt and harsh, as usual.

I simply laughed, shutting the door softly behind me. I could see her neutral expression changing into one of an irritated nature, as she flipped to another page.

"Namie-san, I'm going to play a game."

"With (y/n)?"

"Bingo."

"Did she consent to it? No, is she even aware you're doing this?"

"What, of course she knows. Actually, its started long ago."

She crossed her brows; this time she closed the contents of her book and folded her arms, twisting her form to face me as I walked across the room to my desk.

"Then what is this now? Why are you telling me this useless thing?"

I smirked, deliberately hindering my answer with an interval of silence. Finally I wrapped my hands together behind my head, smiling with my eyes.

"Nothing much."

"Haah?"

"I'm just going to raise the stakes a little bit more."

She was giving me her full attention now; her hips bent to the side engagingly and her book now cast to the nearby table. I could see her fingers tapping on her arm impatiently, and although she had gained interest in our conversation her annoyance was only growing.

"I thought I'd just tell you this in case you were interested. You know,"

"Since you seem to like (y/n)-chan."

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Your POV:

"Ouch!"

The unmistakable flash of lighting flickered past my vision, my eyes widening from the sight. It wasn't out of shock or horror; I actually knew something like this was going to happen, that was why I had yelled a moment ago.

It was just, you know...

A cute little girl had pulled out a stun gun and used it on Shizu-chan.

Luckily,

Or rather, miraculously; it didn't seem to affect him very much. He flinched momentarily from the shock, though his quick reflexes had managed to push the weapon away, knocking it out of the girl's small hands and onto the cement floors.

Then again, Shizu-chan is strong enough to throw vending machines, I can't believe I forgot that.

Though, I shouldn't be relieved right now.

The little girl staggered behind, her feet losing their balance and falling to the ground with a yelp, her hands thankfully dropping down first to soften the impact.

Tom-san and I exchanged glances, rushing out to Shizu-chan's side as hepicked up the stun gun from the ground, his free hand holding the area where he had been tased loosely.

"A stun gun?"

"Hey, Shizuo..."

I knew why Tom-san sounded so apprehensive, the confused and loud mutters resounding through my ears were enough to tell me the situation we were in. Shizu-chan seemed aware of the commotion around us as well, his orbs darting about quietly, as if he was assessing the state of things.

"He knocked that girl down."

More people were gathering, overtly topping their toes as they tried to satisfy their curiosity, their neighbors spreading unreliable information as if it were true.

"This is...no matter how you look at it, it's not good huh?"

I agreed with Shizu-chan.

This kind of unfortunate setting that would never happen in everyday life,

There's only one person, right?

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Izaya's POV:

"You aren't going to help (y/n)-chan?"

Namie-san scowled, her eyes shaped in a sharp glare. I faked a pout, incorporating feigned innocence into my expression.

"Geez, I was telling you this so you wouldn't get mad after, why are you so angry?"

I could see her lips tighten harshly, as if she was conflicted.

No, I knew she was conflicted, I was just waiting to see what her decision would be. Finally, she parted her lips.

"Don't be ridiculous."

Ah, so that's what she chose?

"Why would I be mad? You must have become delusional."

I relaxed into my chair, satisfied with the outcome. Her face was now turned away from me, her heels clicking as she moved in the opposite direction, forgetting to retrieve her book from its resting place.

Of course, it was Namie-san. Curt and harsh, as usual.

"Is that so? Then, I'm sorry if I misunderstood."

"Since, nothing else matters to you except for your brother right?"

That's right, Namie-san only cares about her obsessive love towards her younger brother.

I love all humans equally, no matter who or what.

So (y/n)-chan, you see how unfortunate that is?