the mysterious fangurl(izaya x reader x shizuo)

Don't be logical

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

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Your POV:

My hands were wrapped together uncomfortably at the front of my frame with unease and I lowered my head down with undeniable tension, inadvertently looking in the other direction from the intimidating appearances of the new individuals that had just shown up without a warning.

I...definitely know that guy.

My eyes glanced up briefly, immediately shooting back down with lost confidence once they had caught a glimpse of the specific individual I had in mind.

But, umm, how? Really, there's no way I could have known him...

I still didn't have the ability to fully straighten my posture and face him boldly, but with as much courage as I could muster I raised my orbs just enough to observe the details of his attire.

It's not just the gut feeling, the way he dresses and the way he acts, and his companions too...

...There's a possibility he's linked with the mafia or something, right?

A high possibility.

Ahh, this is kinda bad isn't it?

"Looks like you had some company."

The man I had been watching was carefully leaned over the demolished cups laid to rest in the sink area, inspecting one of the metal items in the palm of his hand knowingly. For some reason, I got the feeling he knew Shizu-chan was the cause of such an outcome.

"That Shizuo was here."

Shinra-san was acting so familiar and comfortable around him--does that mean he's not really a dangerous person?

"And all I did was crack some lame joke, and he demolished that cup with one hand..."

Noo--wait, he's the same person that would taunt and tease Shizu-chan without any hesitation or consideration for the consequences, so I can't determine that from Shinra-san alone.

"So he was in this room, right?"

"Yes...don't tell me, did he go totally berserk in a shop on your turf, Shiki-san?"

T-t-turf?! He has a turf?!

So--he is involved in the mafia then..?!

"Well, something like that."

He is!! Oh my god, how did I know him?? He doesn't recognize me or anything right? It wasn't like I did anything in the past to offend him and his turf right?

No, think rationally (y/n), don't let your emotions get the better of you! Think about it, nobody so far even finds you remotely distinguishable or has any recollection of any encounters with you, you'll be fine! Even the mafia can't beat you if you keep your cool!

Well, but they can, you know...physically...beat me...

"Then, I'll ask him where he is now."

That's right, these people came here for Shizu-chan. Although I feel bad that it is most probably a misunderstanding, I should just try to analyze what's going on first and decide how to help instead of recklessly charging into things.

Mmhmm, you've never been more logical, (y/n).

As silently as I could, I pushed my form further back into the corner where I stood, determined to remain in the background no matter what from the company around me.

Yeah, this is fine.

"I know he's got a hair-trigger temper, but he's not the type to beat someone up for no reason, so please give him a break."

See, Shinra-san has his back too. He may seem a little iffy for sure, but Shinra-san's a good person afterall; he'll definitely help to clear up this situation.

I could feel myself gulp in anticipation as I watched the coated male press a combination of numbers into his cellphone, the hold on my clasped hands tightening worriedly.

"Oh wait, did this happen today?"

"Yes, it was today."

The mention of a certain word that had been repeated by the two conversing partners across the room somehow triggered something within me, and the ends of my fingers began to shake in dread.

'Today',

Didn't Akane-chan-

I forgot about all those meaningless things from before, like 'courage' or confidence' in that moment, my eyes resting on 'Shiki-san's' face clearly for the first time since he had entered Shinra-san's house.

Something clicked inside my head again.

Akane-chan, who she was and that strange air of mystery around her,

I know now.

"Well, the guy couldn't be in a worse mood today, so it can't be helped."

No, no, Shinra-san, if you bring that up-

"Just yesterday, he showed up here out of the blue, with a little girl, about ten, in tow..."

I could hear the quiet breaths of sharp inhalation from the group of men, my heart dropping at the sight of their agape expressions. Shinra-san seemed to be the only one unaware of the circumstances, his attention solely focused on the gadget pressed against his ear.

"Huh? That Shizuo's not picking up."

I-I really should do something, right?

I mean, this is a desperate situation that leaves me no choice, so I have to do something.

Yeah, this is the logical thing.

Just, something that won't be too overboard--but will clear up this mess so Shizu-chan won't get abducted by the mafia...!

"Umm!!"

Before anyone else could react any further to the still clueless Shinra-san's passing comment, they all stopped; stunned at the unexpected abruptness and volume of my voice, their shocked faces meeting my stiff smile.

"I..."

"I'm the culprit."