the mysterious fangurl(izaya x reader x shizuo)

Don't call Shizuo a good person

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

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Your POV:

"Then...he's a good person?"

Her big reddish brown eyes were really so mesmerizing, it felt like they were staring right through me, and yet they still retained the precious innocence any child would have.

"T-that's right! Shizu-chan is definitely a good person, there's no doubt about it!"

I may not have actually known Shizu-chan for very long, but this is one thing I'm most certain of out of everything that's happened so far.

"Really?"

"Mm hmm!"

I could see Sonohara-san's lips lifting up slightly as she watched us, though her hands were still entwined together stiffly.

I really don't understand why Izaya-kun would do such a thing at all.

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Normal POV:

"I'm not a good person,"

Shizuo gritted his teeth as he ruffled the curls of his hair roughly, his eyelids shut in concentration as his partner patiently awaited for him to continue.

"That's why Tom-san, if I happen to get arrested for murder or whatever today--"

His companion's shoulders slumped down with a heavy breath, already accustomed to the pattern of what was to come.

"--please tell the boss I was just fired yesterday."

His tone was nonchalant and casual, but the brunette knew more than well enough the blonde was completely capable of what he claimed, and would do so if given the chance. Especially with matters concerning that particular male; he had heard stories about their meetings, and it had always ended up in disaster.

Nothing good ever came out of them meeting.

And yet, they somehow continued to cross paths, like it was fate.

"Ah right,"

Tom's frame straightened itself naturally as a relevant detail had come to mind, relating to the 'flea bastard' his junior despised.

"That girl, (y/n)--you said she was staying with him?"

"Yeah."

Just as he had suspected, this fact irritated Shizuo--he already had suspicions from before, and maybe bringing this up in Shizuo's current mood wasn't the best, but he was close enough to the man to ask this, and he had questions that he hadn't yet brought up in the female's presence.

"Isn't that kinda dangerous? Since that guy, you know..."

Tom's voice trailed off, his tone evident that he was finding trouble describing the person named 'Orihara Izaya'.

"I know. I had big problems with that too. But, he just took (y/n) anyway. Like the scheming bastard he always is..."

He could see the blonde's fingers clenched fists growing tighter, and his lips pursed uneasily in alarm; maybe the thought of discussing this now wasn't such a good one afterall.

"Well, the point is she's now at your friend's apartment--that's a good thing isn't it? He's shady, but at least the high school girl and that kid is with her, so I'm sure it'll be fine."

"That's true."

His coaxing method that had been slowly building up over the years he had grown a friendship with Shizuo did the trick this time, and to his relief, he could notice the male loosen his fist, instead sliding his hand into the pocket of his black pants. Since he seemed to have calmed down a little, would it be fine to continue along this topic?

"But,"

He glanced over to the elevator, the sign indicating the lift was reaching the groundfloor soon.

"What kind of relationship do you have with her? I mean, she called you Shizu-chan and stuff right? I've never really heard anyone call you that."

"Ah, she's the person I hit with a vending machine."

"Wait--SHE'S the one!?"

A chiming effect rang through the small space with a 'ding', and the elevator doors spread back open, the blonde already preparing to step out into the open, the stoic expression still on his face.

"She's kind of like a friend, or a little sister? I'm not really sure, but we're friends I guess."

Hearing no accompanying footsteps following behind him, the man turned back curiously to check on his companion, coming face to face with Tom's bulging eyes frozen into place, his mouth left agape. Furrowing his eyebrows in confusion he cocked his head to the side, rotating his form back to face his colleague.

"What's wrong?"

"You--you should have told me this earlier, I had no idea!"

"Did I not mention it?"

"You didn't! Wait, you haven't finished, tell me more!"

"I can't right now, I have to go kill that flea first."

"Come on!"