Disclaimer: I don't own Durarara.


Izaya scowled as he was walking beside Shinra. His bespectacled friend suggested the two of them going to a maid coffee where one of his childhood friends worked. The weather was chilly and all of their classes had ended on that day, so Izaya had nothing what he could use as an excuse – though the thought of a cup of good and warm black coffee was more appealing, than he would ever admit.

"You will like him, I am sure! He is an unordinary human being. One of those you love experimenting so much." Shinra was babbling about that friend of his left and right since they had left the dorm. Izaya did not want to be harsh, but he did not care less about the topic. "Izaya? Are you listening?"

"Hm? What did you say?" Izaya asked, trying to persuade the other about his attention being detracted only for a minute.

Shinra only shook his head.

"You have not even paid any attention to me, have you?"


As they stepped into the little shop, Izaya sighed in contentment. After the cold wind, the warm air of the coffee shop was like fresh air for him. He was in the middle of taking his scarf down, when he felt a presence in front of him. He looked up and suddenly the air became too warm. In front of him, there was a tall, blond haired man, in a butler uniform, who had the gentlest look in his eyes Izaya had ever seen.

"Ah, Shizuo! It's good to see you again!" Izaya heard Shinra's voice from the background. The blond only gave the brunet a look, but did not greet him back. "And he practically ignored me again," Shinra mumbled, sighing dramatically.

Izaya snickered. He decided he liked the other man. Anyone who made fun of Shinra started with a good point from him. Suddenly he felt as two arms hugged him from behind and skilled fingers started unbuttoning his coat.

"W-what are you doing?" Izaya asked, jumping a little bit. He had good instincts, so he easily felt if someone neared him from behind, but with Shizuo – he did not felt a thing!

"What kind of butler would I be if I would not do anything to make my lord feel comfortable?" He heard the question on a low baritone voice right in his ear. Izaya felt as a huge blush spreading on his face. After Shizuo took his coat off and put it on one of the coat hangers, he made a welcoming move. "Welcome to Neko Maid Coffee!"

After they had sat down and were waiting for their orders, Izaya immediately understood the coffee shop's name. There were several women, running up and down, wearing maid uniforms with neko ears on their heads. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He never was a big fan of cosplay. In his opinion, it took away his humans' individuality. Shizuo in that butler uniform though… His face heated up because of his sudden thoughts.

"It is strange, though," Izaya heard Shinra's voice. He snapped his head towards the boy sitting on the other side of the table. Anything was better than his own thoughts. "Shizuo usually does not treat unknown people this kind." A smug expression appeared on the others' face and Izaya knew he would not like the next few lines. "Maybe he likes your girly-side,"

"I DO NOT HAVE GIRLY-SIDE, SHINRA!" Izaya exclaimed angrily. He jumped up and slammed his palm to the table. Not being as masculine as others was not his fault, thank you very much! He heard quiet mumblings all around him. He averted his gaze in shame and sat back.

"Is everything okay?" He heard the same baritone voice and his shame only grew. From the corner of his eye, Izaya looked up, seeing a little bit concerned Shizuo.

"Yes, everything is all right," he mumbled quietly. "I am sorry for my behavior. It was not appropriate." The other man only shook his head lightly, then put down their orders in front of them. Izaya picked up his cup and after blew it gently, he slipped a little coffee from it. His eyes widened and his mouth gaped. "This is perfect!" He said, looking up at the butler uniformed man.

"I can not be happier because my work matches your liking, my lord." Because of the nickname, Izaya felt his face heating up again. As he looked aside, he heard Shinra's giggle.


They were ready to leave. Izaya – after his coat had been buttoned by Shizuo – was looking into the eyes of said man. He knew he should have said something but all the things about the other only took his breath away. He never had been treated this kindly – especially not as a total stranger for the other person.

In the blink of an eye, Shizuo knelt down and took Izayas' hand into his own. Izaya only could watch with widening eyes as the blond brought his hand to his lips and placed a chaste kiss on it. After he had let his hand go, Shizuo looked up at him with his eyes burning from a feeling Izaya could not name.

"Who are you, Heiwajima Shizuo?" Izaya breathed the question out only as a silent whisper. Because of Shizuo's smile, he felt the room turning upside-down.

"I am nothing special… only one hell of a butler."