Ah yes, another Izuo series. Sadly, this one isn't connected to my previous fic, "Be my Escape". This is a separate series based on the OTP 30 day challenge so I can branch out my writing more and what not. Still Izuo though so hey, we all win. I really adore the OTP prompt challenges but never did one of my own so, here's one. Really, I'm just trying to keep myself sane until the second half of the new Durarara season comes.

Day 1: Holding Hands

He really hated when Shizuo hurt himself during their fights. Back in the old days he would have laughed at the blonde's broken arm. However, now Shizuo was his boyfriend, a secret well kept from the public eye. They kept up their usual angry fighting to keep up appearances, which is how they wound up like this; Izaya walking next to Shizuo who was more than a little irritated about his broken left arm. He was muttering under his breath about something and Izaya almost laughed. Almost.

"Don't be so angry," He murmured finally as they walked along the more abandoned streets towards his home. "You'll be healed by morning, Shizu-Chan."

"It'll still be sore," Shizuo muttered sourly, huffing. His clothes were ruffled and lightly coated with dirt, not that different from Izaya's.

"Well, you didn't have to go and throw that car," Izaya reminded as they turned a corner. He smirked playfully. "Baka~"

"It's not like I knew my damn arm was going to break," Shizuo snapped through grit teeth. "I haven't broken a bone fighting in a while, anyways."

"Baka~" Izaya repeated with a shake of his head. He glanced over and saw the blonde's frustrated grimace and his gaze softened and he didn't say anything else. Instead he walked around Shizuo to be on the blonde's right side and twined their fingers together slowly. He knew Shizuo was more sensitive than he let on, something he took advantage of almost always, so it was really no surprise that the blonde would be so upset now.

Shizuo flinched a bit when their hands touched, held his breath when Izaya's fingers fit themselves perfectly between his. His heart pounded just a little harder, faster, and if it weren't for the slightly irritating sensation in his broken arm he would have stuttered out some lame reply. All he did, however, was clear his throat and say, "We're in public."

"I know," Izaya replied cheerily, flashing the taller male a smile and squeezing his hand a little. "I don't really care. We're almost to my place, anyways." He paused and for a moment his smile almost faltered. "Unless Shizu-Chan doesn't want to hold my hand..."

"I didn't say that," Shizuo huffed quickly, feeling his face heat up. He made sure to give Izaya's hand a light squeeze before he looked away. "I...I like holding your hand so...so shut up already. Jeeze."

Izaya chuckled at the flustered man before him and glanced down at their intertwined hands. He never imagined he and Shizuo would end up this way, so dependent and so...in love. Love? The very thought of the word made Izaya's heart flutter and he knew it got Shizuo flustered and, really, it made him happy. It was more desirable than chasing one another through the hectic streets of Ikebukuro. They still did that, sure, but the time they spent like this, together, felt better.

Izaya gave Shizuo's hand another small squeeze. "I'll get you some ice when we get there."

Shizuo looked away again to hide the smile tugging at his lips. "...Thanks, Izaya."

Hand holding is always really cute~~