the mysterious fangurl(izaya x reader x shizuo)

Don't make Shizuo the suspect

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

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Your POV:

Those words...were the only thing I could come up with in the moment.

They weren't the best.

Everyone seemed flustered at my faked confession, their faces of bewilderment giving away their internal struggle of trying to comprehend the unexpected turn of events. Even Shinra-san had now ceased investing all his attention on the beeping sounds emitting from his phone, disregarding the device as his eyes squinted at me with directed confusion, prompting me to avert my eyes away from him, not wanting to harbor ant more guilt than I was already feeling.

Within the mix of chaotic silence, only one person maintained his composure; by looking away from Shinra-san I had unintentionally made brief eyecontact with his quiet but sharp gaze. I could see his companions throwing glances at him nervously, as if waiting for him to do something.

He's definitely the one in charge.

In the hushed atmosphere that surrounded us, the soft padding of his footsteps only became more prominent as he neared you, the gold chain hung loosely over his neck swinging lightly from side to side in sync with his movements, this seeming to make him more intimidating than he already was. I unconsciously flinched at his actions, naturally taking a step back as a feeble attempt in trying to keep distance between us.

But, there's no way I'll be able to get out of this situation without any consequences right? I know there's no possibility.

Would I get blacklisted by the mafia, maybe...never to be seen again...? Or maybe I would just be arrested?

I knew that day would eventually come, but I never expected it to be for this reason.

"Miss,"

The man named 'Shiki-san' stopped just a few inches away from my frame, keeping a surprisingly polite gap between us, his low voice calm and gentle—yet firm.

"Y-yes..."

Had it always been this hard to speak? My voice was definitely more shaky now.

Hey,

I can't take back what I said anymore, there's no way I can just shrug it off as a joke, and if I try to explain it'll just make things more awkward for Shizu-chan. So, should I just go with it? I'll be able to pay Shizu-chan back for what he's done for me, at the very least...

I mean, I wasn't supposed to be here in the first place right?

Yeah, yeah.

The more I'm in this city, the stronger this feeling gets; and the only thing that's helped me so far are my gut feelings.

So it's okay.

"You..."

He drawled the word out, almost as if he was finding the words to address me, his furrowed eyebrows further convincing me. I hadn't even noticed hoe tense my shoulders had been until I slowly breathed out, feeling a rush of fatigue course through my figure.

This is fine.

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I watched Shinra-san discreetly peep out the door one final time, giving a quick glimpse at the group of people conversing outside before shutting the wooden surface, his form chirpily entwining his hands behind his back as his form faced me.

"I'm sorry."

I still couldn't look at Shinra-san straight in the eyes, and this time I carried more guilt than before.

I thought there was no way I would be able to get out of that situation for sure.

Until, well...Shinra-san happened.

"Well, it's okay. Technically I didn't lie, and you must have really been out of it to say something like that huh, (y/n)-chan?"

I winced at his short chuckle at the end of his sentence, having absolutely no will to retort or defend myself.

No, he's completely right.

"But, just make sure to keep a low profile for awhile, alright? Try not to be too active, you're still not fully recovered too."

I felt undeniably grateful to Shinra-san for getting me out of that undesirable confrontation, for allowing me to avoid such a dreaded outcome. That's why I felt so bad that I had to ask.

"Umm, but Shinra-san..."

"Hmm?"

"Won't it look really bad, on...Shizu-chan? If they know about Shizu-chan hitting me with the vending machine, won't it make him seem more, suspicious...?"

My voice instinctively drifted off as I observed the man before me cock his head to the side, struggling to complete my sentence as my confidence depleted the more Shinra-san's slightly widened eyes stared at me from behind the frames of his glasses.

Maybe...I shouldn't have asked afterall.

I mean, he went out of his way to help me just now, and I guess I'm not really in a position to worry about someone else right now--

"So, it's Shizuo-kun?"

"Eh?"

"Huh? Wait just a minute, Shinra-san, what are you-"

"It is!"

A grin instantly spread over his visage, lifting his lips into a wide curve, his eyes now sparkling with a knowing gleam within them. I had forgot my sense of self-reflection,simply desperate to understand what Shinra-san was referring to as I returned his crinkled eyes.

'Shizuo-kun or Orihara-kun, who do you like?'

"No!"

Instead of repaying him, I think I just made more trouble for Shizu-Chan.