Disclaimer: I don't own Durarara.
1. I love the way you keep your cool whenever I do stupid things.
It seemed like a good idea – five minutes before. Izaya never would have thought that idiot would really let a track to hit him. He knew that he was brainless, but that much?! As soon as the driver opened the door, he knew he had to find something out. He did not give a fuck about Heiwajima's family, but when it came to his own…
"He will be fine," he reassured the other man, pushing money into his hand. With these kinds of humans, it would always work. The driver nodded and left the place immediately. Izaya looked down at Shizuo, kicking his head lightly. "Stand up, we will have audience in some minutes."
Shizuo did not say anything, only stared into his eyes. He felt a little dizzy because of the crash. Little lights danced in front of his eyes and he could not understand how Izaya could manage to calm people down that easily. How he could have magnetic influence on them. He sat up groaning.
"I do not need your help!" He said, pushing away the hand, reaching towards him. He was amazed by his mood swings as well.
Izaya pulled him up and wiped the dust off of his shirt.
"Don't touch me," Shizuo growled, grabbing his hands. Seeing the impish look in Izaya's eyes, he let them go immediately.
"As you wish," Izaya shrugged, then walked away.