the mysterious fangurl(izaya x reader x shizuo)

Don't remember what your favourite anime is

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

Karisawa Erika could be described as a rather strange person, due to her naturally hyper and bold demeanor. But many would also add that she was probably a good person, understanding boundaries to an extent and displaying acts of kindness in considerate yet tactful ways.

Still, no one would deny that she was peculiar--especially when it came to a certain subject.

"You like "My Little Sister Can't Be This Cute' too!? That's awesome, we should totally be friends!!"

With animated gestures, the woman had already entangled you into an overly enthusiastic handshake, instantaneously cutting off all hope for any potential exit of your positioning in this awkward situation. Your limbs once again felt numb and weak, further confirming this verdict, leaving you to simply gulp in worried anticipation at the lively chocolate brown orbs that eagerly returned your eyecontact.

The familiar brunette you had supposedly met for the first time today, no longer saw you as a stranger either.

But, rather than a simplistic title as a mere 'newfound friend' or even 'acquaintances', Karisawa Erika, a well-known 'otaku', now saw you as someone closer to that of a 'comrade-in-arms'.

"Here to pick up the new release!? We were actually on the way to get a copy ourselves; this location never gets very crowded, did you know??"

As did Yumasaki Walker, another infamous 'otaku' whom you had also deemed as a possible past victim of yours.

Kadota Kyouhei, on the other hand, exhaled wearily; a tone of exasperation was visibly employed in his visage as he met your perplexed glance for a brief moment--no longer looking towards you as a stranger, but now as 'comrade-in-arms', though of a different kind.

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Your POV:

Huh, what?

"Hey, hey--what other anime do you watch!?"

"Any specific genres you're interested in??"

Anime, what's that?

I could sense my brows creasing together acutely in the center, I couldn't even pretend to make an attempt in hiding my current state of bewilderment and disorientation at the moment. This didn't seem to noticed by the pair before me however, the two individuals remaining persistent in unleashing a streamlined flow of unanswered questions and several strong recommendations of suggested 'anime' titles.

Umm...so those fictional works, like that 'little sister' right there...is called an 'anime'?

Hmm? But 'anime', the more I hear it, the more I'm sure...

I know that word...

"Ow!

My head was hurting again.

Just like before, it hurt, really bad--and all of a sudden.

Like all the muscles in my brain was tensing up and would burst it open any second--

Like the time I collapsed in front of Rocchi-san.

It was just like that.

But, this time I didn't collapse. I couldn't.

Not right now.

My form swayed dangerously; the ground looked distorted, as if one side of the concrete flooring was sinking and everything around was simply following suite in tilting over, threatening to drag me along. Thankfully, my arm had reached out just in time towards the surface of the window display that stood nearby--the same one showcasing the figure of that cute but fictional high school girl.

I clutched my skull in a feeble attempt to cease the insufferable pain and blinked my eyes with strained motions, hoping each time the scenery would return back to its original state and I could once again clearly perceive the three faces now so close to me, their unreasonably muffled voices barely distinguishable. My vision was only continuing to blur, and the back of my eyeballs felt like they were on fire--

But I was definitely still conscious.

Still, it really hurt...like something was occupying all the space in my mind and fogging it up so that I could not have any proper thoughts at all...

*flashback*

"Dummy, forgot your lunch again?"

A mischievous chuckle that rang pleasantly around the room like bell chimes, and a slight sore on the top of my head from being knocked unjustly with a lunchbox, with the guilty culprit seated right before me, offering me the very same lunchbox.

"I told you not to do another anime marathon, did you even study for that test?"

A test I forgot we had.

"Geez, I bet you forgot, didn't you? So? Which one this time? I haven't caught up with 'Spice and Wolf' yet."

A 'Durarara!!' anime marathon.

"Eh, again...Just how many times are you going to watch it? Just wait for the special episode to come out, it's next month isn't it?"

A reluctance to stop watching my favourite anime.

"Is it that good? Wait, is your phone screen still that picture?? No way, it's been so long!"

A screen wallpaper I loved.

"I guess nothing can beat Shizuo and Izaya for you, huh?"

An agreeing nod.

"Still, make sure to take care of yourself. You're okay to continue for the rest of the day, right?"

A reminder of my groggy condition from a lack of sleep.

"(Y/n)? You okay?"

A cool wooden table for a comfortable sleeping position.

"Oi~ You--"

*flashback end*

"--Okay!?"

A different voice this time.

And a different face.

"...Huh?"

It took me awhile to realise the tip of my own nose was almost touching the one that belonged to the man named 'Dotachin'. In other words, we were way too close.