A/N. Umm Hi everybody! Sorry for the crappy summary haha, I'm no good at writing them..! This is my first Durarara fanfiction~ well its just a oneshot.. a short one.. but never the less! D
I think the pairing IzayaxNamie needs more love, they are so perfect together ; ; so I decided to contribute to the ship w Hopefully not in a bad way ;_;
Any advice welcome! Enjoy~
Oh also I just realised that people who live in the USA tend to call plasters band-aids.. so when I say plaster I mean a band-aid :D
Cover image credit goes to www. pixiv. ? id=19259
Namie and Izaya stood in the kitchen, preparing dinner together. Well, Namie did most of the work and Izaya generally stood there talking as he usually did, occasionally throwing a couple of things Namie gave to him into the pot.
Namie looked away from her vegetable cutting for a brief moment to glare at a teasing remark from Izaya. Misjudging her finger placement while she wasn't looking, instead of slicing the vegetable she sliced open her finger instead.
"Ooow shit!" she cursed, examining her injury before lifting her finger to show at Izaya. "This is your fault!" she spat at him.
Izaya looked at her now bleeding finger in brief surprise, before holding up his own finger in a wait here motion.
"..Hang on a moment~!" he chimed, turning on his heel and disappearing out of the kitchen.
Namie watched him go, uttering curses at him while sucking on her poor finger.
The sound of rustling came from somewhere in the apartment, and light footsteps made their way back to the kitchen.
As she ran her finger under the tap, Izaya came back in holding a box of plasters and began to get one out.
"Here, hold out your hand." he instructed her, peeling the plaster off so it was ready.
Namie disgruntledly held out her finger to him, waiting for him to put on the plaster. Normally she'd take it off him and do it herself, but for now she'd rather her finger just stop bleeding as it stung quite a bit.
Izaya took her finger lightly, readied the plaster into position... then leaned down and kissed her wound gently.
Namie stood there dumbstruck for a moment, staring down at this unexpected action, a blush growing on her face. 'W-what..?'
Placing on the plaster, Izaya looked up at her and smirked.
"They say kissing it better helps, right?"
Namie stared at him for a second, before her expression turned to one of fury, and reached out to slap him. What does he think he's doing?!
Izaya simply caught her hand laughing, and used her momentum to twirl her so she landed on his chest.
"Namie don't be so cruel! I just helped you! ..are you blushing?" Izaya teased.
"Kissing it better does not help! And when did I ever say you could kiss me?" she argued, choosing to ignore the question.
"It's not like it was on the lips.. and you obviously don't mind that much if your blushing~"
She was about to attempt another attack, before being distracted by smoke and the smell of burning coming from the pot. They both turned to look at it, Izaya still holding Namie's hand in the air in freeze frame.
"... Now look what's happened!" Namie seethed, pulling herself away from Izaya and tending to the now burnt hotpot.
"This is your fault, now I have to start over again.." she accused him, turning off the gas and tipping away the contents.
Izaya put his hands up in defence, about to argue back when his stomach rumbled loudly. He looked to Namie, but apparently she hadn't heard as she was clanging about with pans.
"..Namie?"
"What?"
"Want to get Russian Sushi tonight instead?"
She paused, putting the new pan down "..Yeah."
Ehehe thats it ; ; I hope it wasn't too bad! Sorry for the short length D:
