the mysterious fangurl(izaya x reader x shizuo)

Don't be a decent person

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

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Your POV:

"Again, I'm really sorry for the trouble I've caused!"

This felt like the millionth time I was apologising; once again, my form lowered meekly into a respectful yet earnest bow towards the older man I had only just met a short while ago. The tone of my voice was patently anxious, along with a mixture of guilt and shame.

No, probably because it was.

"It's okay, Miss. I understand you must be very confused right now due to the circumstances of your situation, but please don't blurt out such things in the future if you can help it. The streets can be dangerous, so don't get yourself in trouble."

"Y-Yes sir..."

Even though Shiki-san still scares me to a reasonable degree, somehow his chiding felt gentle and kind rather than terrifying. If I could be honest, it was nice to be lectured like this once in awhile on the contrary.

Afterall, I have been doing too many stupid and questionable things lately, but I haven't really suffered any proper consequences yet.     

That doesn't make me a masochist or anything right!?

No, no; I'm not. I'm pretty sure of that.

...At least, currently.

Ah, right.

"Shiki-san, thank you for being so kind."

Shizu-chan did say I should say thank you instead of sorry when I'm being helped. Although--does that apply to the subject of a possible mafia boss too?

The dark-haired male didn't speak for a moment, catching me off guard with the relaxing of his sharp featured into a small smile. Before I could react, he chuckled informally unlike his previous polite demeanor.

Somehow, it looked like he had been reminded of something.

"What, I didn't really do much at all. I'm sure any decent person would tell you the same thing."

"Haha, then...I'm sure you must be a decent person too, Shiki-san."

The more I speak to this man, the more familiar he seems.

Yet, I'm certain--I don't know this man at all.

Still, I want to believe he's a decent person.

Another chuckle sounded within the space of the room, and Shiki-san's companions that had been awaiting nearby turned in our direction with apprehension, their postures stiffening to attention as they focused on the laughing man beside me.

He could still really be a mafia boss though.

"I wonder if that's so, miss."

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The reflection of my absent-minded orbs stared back at me unrelentingly from the surface of the metal fork loosely held in my hands; the only action present in my lethargic body was the indulging chewing of a bite from the cake before I hadn't managed to eat.

Oh my god, even though I'm already well aware of the taste, it somehow still surprises me just how delicious this is.

Despite the heavenly delight that had just blessed my being, a frown subconsciously shaped my features, and I let out a quiet sigh.

I didn't manage to help Shizu-chan at all.

*flashback*

"Umm, Shiki-san--speaking of decent people..."

It was definitely a long shot, but I had to at least try, right?

Just maybe, Shiki-san could understand...

"...I don't think Shizu-cha--I mean, Shizuo-san is the type of person to do those type of things...afterall..."

As i peered up at the man's expression, I could feel the strength in my voice diminishing, and soon I had completely stopped talking.

"Miss,"

Maybe not.

"I may be overstepping boundaries here, but getting too close to Heiwajima Shizuo may not end up as an ideal situation for you."

Even though my lips were still parted, like I wanted to respond, nothing would come out.

"Isn't he the one who caused you to have injury in the first place?"

*flashback end*

Geez, it isn't like that.

My arm subconsciously reached out towards the ceramic plate on the table, once again plunging cutlery into the innocent cake without a shred of mercy.

I don't think Shiki-san is a bad person.

But, Shizu-chan isn't either.

The past me should know best: since, she was probably a psychotic stalker who followed them around.

Frankly, just the thought of what I could have been scares me more than a mafia boss.

I hadn't realised the last piece of cream pastry that represented all that was left of the glorious cake was now in my grasp, simply waiting for me to end its misery.

I did.

Delicious.

Right,

Rather than Shiki-san or Shizu-chan--the past me was a bad person.

The door of the living room clicked open, signalling the entrance of my bespectacled companion.

"(y/n)-chan, Shiki-san just left. Celty should be coming back soon, so you can-"

"Shinra-san."

"Hmm, what's wrong?"

So, I have the responsibility to stop another bad person that's hurting others.

"I think I need to leave first. Thanks for the cake, it was delicious."

That way, I can at least be a decent person now.

"I have to find Izaya-kun."

"...your type is actually Orihara-kun, huh..."

"That's definitely not what I meant?!?!"