I walked around quietly… I had heard Izaya talk about Shizuo… I wonder what he's really like. I guess I'll have to find out for myself.
Now I had only seen Mr. Heiwajima once or twice, but when I saw him, I knew it was him. As I neared, I noticed his very soft, manly features. Wait—what am I saying? Oh well. I hadn't noticed he was so handsome.
Like, movie star handsome. He hadn't a single blemish on his face. God damn, what makes his skin that fucking perfect?
"Hello, Shizuo Heiwajima," I said just above a whisper, my eyes dark as the night I met him.
"Hi. What do you want?" Shizuo said in a gruff tone.
I smiled as I walked around him, looking him up and down, taking in everything about his appearance, even his scent. He was so tall. He was skinny and you could see the muscle underneath his white, button-up dress shirt. His biceps were extremely toned, more or less like he worked out, but I knew that wasn't the case. His hair was a platinum blonde color, but, looking closely, I could see dark roots.
And cigarettes. He smelled of sweet, addicting cigarettes. I was on the brink of swooning. Izaya never smelled this intoxicating.
