shizuo's head laid on (name)'s lap. it was another tiring day attempting to hurt the infamous izaya orihara. you knew the relationship between them was confusing but you were okay with it as long as shizuo wouldn't get hurt.
(name) scrolled through her social media, her fingers then lingered into his blonde locks. despite having such messy hair, it was surprisingly soft.
shizuo was taken aback by her display of affection. he looked up at her, mesmerized by her beauty.
(name) looked down at him, immediately removing her hands out of his hair. "oh, I'm sorry." he pouted and placed her hand in his hair again. "i didn't tell you to stop."
she looked away in attempt to hide the blush that crept on her face. he sighed a small chuckle, amused by her behavior.
he then snuggled his face into her stomach, wrapping his strong arms around her waist. she giggled and continued to stroke his hair.
the soothing sensation sent shivers down his spine, and he loved it. it was a feeling he could only received from her. a small smile appeared on his face, yet she couldn't see. it was a genuine smile. he grabbed her hand and intertwined it with his own.
he rubbed his thumb along her delicate hands. they were smaller compared to his own.
they both didn't care about what was surrounding them, only enjoying the moment with each other.
his eyelids felt heavy, the next thing he said was rare to hear but made her heart flutter, "i love you so much, (name)"
"i love you too, shizuo."
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vending machine of love ⁞ shizuo h.
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