It's all in the title

Durarara pictures! (A/N: The pictures in this book goes to their respectful owner so they are not mine)

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Hey fellas~! My first story here hope you like it. Izaya and Y/N parents brought them together,to boost up their business,now Y/N stuck with izaya. In an unfamiliar city, meeting new people and friends!? Maybe a certain ex-bartender? Read to find out~!

The title explains it's self with useless rants and hilarious outcomes.

Here are all the lyrics from the assassination classroom opening songs.

[I do NOT own Assassination Classroom or any of the characters except Emasu Koiama; the protagonist.] Most of this story will often include word-for-word what was said and shown in the actual series. I will also be doing the WHOLE story, so please read with caution if you haven't read or watched the entirety of Assassination Classroom and do not want any spoilers. 💌 Be advised : I only started this up again halfway through chapter 52. Up until that point is just things I've written two years ago and have yet to update or correct in the ways I'd like. Be patient with me.

An accident occurs during a battle with Shizuo that puts Izaya in a poor mental state. As time passes, he begins to lose his memories one by one. How will Shizuo cope to losing the number one person on his mind?

After six new boys meet (Y/n), they begin an unhealthy obsession over the female and soon take it too far. There's not much chance of her escaping their thoughts or hands but she's definitely going to try when she's had enough.

*****Completed******* Izaya Orihara is a strange person. On the outside he seems heartless and even psychotic. However, on the inside, he suffers through his own problems. After a devastating turn of events, Izaya ends up revealing his soft, fragile side to the person he hates the most. *Disclaimer: I do not own Durarara!! or any of its characters. I only own the plot of this story. **Warning: This has Boy x Boy. No smut.