the mysterious fangurl(izaya x reader x shizuo)

Don't be ready

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

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Normal POV:

The man that had just saved you from the threat of a painful and embarrassing outcome was famous in Ikebukuro--for exactly that. Holding an unrealistically virtuous disposition of helping anyone and everyone in need before him without a second thought, Kadota Kyouhei was a genius when it came to helping people; a stereotype so extreme and idealistic, even characters of a cliche manga were no longer like that.

So, even though his tone was stern and his lips were pursed in an annoyed frown as he demanded for a stop to his friends' inappropriate ramblings, it felt more like a harmless chiding of a mother towards her mischievous children than an intimidating act to you. You even had to suppress the faint urge to chuckle at such a scene.

Probably because you knew him, even though he definitely didn't know you.

His companions seemed to share your thoughts too, hardly fazed by his displeased reaction as they simply laughed it off, though still compliantly putting a pause to their personal discussion as the man had requested.

"Ahaha sorry, I guess we got a bit carried away Dotachin."

"Our bad~"

You felt conflicted: with the three of them somewhat distracted, you had been given a precious opportunity: to flee.

The question was whether to take it or not.

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Your POV:

S-should I run, or not?

I could feel cold sweat forming in the center of my squeezed fists, and an ache was starting to pronounce itself within my stomach, numbing my legs even more than they already were; it was a wonder how I was still standing straight.

But, I could probably run if I tried.

I-it's not like I'm doing a terrible thing, right? I mean, this is really too much for me to take in right now considering all that's already happened, I don't need constant reminders of how I was a psycho stalker in the past...I just want to hide in a hole for a good while and slowly process things...

Yeah, wouldn't that be better? With so much going on, I can calm down and deal with it after thinking things over for a bit, I'm sure I would be able to help everyone better then--

Still,

They did help me. These nice people that I could never be involved with, they deserve a thank at the very least. Then right after that for sure-

"Hey, hey; you're okay right? You have to be more careful and take care!"

Ah, this makes things quicker;

The dark-haired female's doe-shaped eyes creased pleasantly at me with a pairing smile just as equally pretty, her frame stepping forward as a warning that she was about to approach me.

"Yes--thank you very much for helping me u-"

I was already prepared, my left foot adjusting a steady posture for a sharp turn behind and then a sprint for my life straight after.

"Eh?"

I was ready--

The girl's eyes had drifted casually over to the side, now aware of the striking display of items by the glass window I had just been occupied by less than five minutes ago. She was no smiling, her expression now replaced with one of bewildered shock.

But...her eyes were also sparkling...?

Well, I thought I was ready at least.

"My little sister can't be this cute!?!?"