It wasn't even light outside. That was the first thing the brunette noticed. His panicked state to turn off his phone alarm still managed to take in that tiny piece of information and it tired him deeply that he was awake.

There was no way that he would get used to this any time soon or at least that's what he told himself every year.

Clumsy fingers searched for the 'snooze' button before the rest of his house woke up – especially his sisters. He honestly preferred mornings when he was out of the house before any of them were even stirring to wake up but today might just be his unlucky day.

The beeping, now temporarily gone, Izaya told himself to sit up. No movement. He begun planning out his morning routine (which mostly involved getting dressed and running through "get taller" exercises in silent drowsiness) but... To his later surprise he returned back to a land of dreams, despite his current phase of sleeping without pillows. He really hated being five foot four.

The alarm rang off again and... the snooze button was pressed again – his only lifeline to not missing school if he were to lose consciousness again.

Which he did.

In fact, he continued it for at least half an hour until it suddenly dawned on him that the sun was now rising. In the past thirty minutes, the young man had gotten to the point where he pressed snooze and went to sleep – just to do it in another five minutes.

7:00AM. Ah. That was his exercises out of the door. He would usually be out the house by now and would have to get a bus. How tiresome...

Quickly changing form his pyjamas (boxers and a really baggy t-shirt) to his usual uniform - consisting of a red v-neck, black trousers and a black jacket - he merrily skipped down the hall. Not without stopping and returning to an earlier mirror that held his reflection. Oh god, today his luck was non-existent.

His hair. Sure, Izaya usually didn't care much for his appearance or what humans thought of him, as that would just be boring and pointless – his creeper smiles giving a negative first impression to anyone he passed on the street. But he had to take notice of the painfully ruffled hair standing up all over the place. It didn't concern him what they would say about it but that hair would draw in attention and attention was not his thing.

Now came the long search for the hairbrush, which he had no doubt would be in his sister's room. Great. He mentally cursed himself when he was stood outside their room and cracked it open enough, so that he could peer inside without the occupants noticing. Asleep. Good. He opened the door swiftly and made practically no noise compared to their heavy breathing.

Despite his eyes adjusting to the lack of light, he couldn't see any signs of the hairbrush laying on a surface. That only meant one thing – he'd have to open a drawer. Okay... Now which should he choose? The girls' room was foreign even to him and he had no clue where it'd be. Should he just open every drawer? Every one? They'd probably wake up if he did.

The informant let out a long, annoyed sigh. Fine... I don't care any more.

As quickly as he entered the room, he left; without attempting to hide his scowl. Why was he getting so upset about a hairbrush? Wouldn't his fingers just work in fixing the mess? His face instantly lit up, as his pale digits caressed though the jet black hair until he deemed it suitable for the public's eyes.

He didn't like how long his hair was getting but Izaya brushed off that thought. He could easily get it cut on the weekend if school didn't decide to be too draining. The informant hated being in education. He felt trapped and unable to control where he was going and was stuck in a boring, familiar and predictable cycle. So dull... Students are getting more and more simple each year. With my brain I could be out of there already and still get where I want to be.

Red eyes widened as he realised he was lost in thought looking at himself. He hadn't turned vain, had he? A quick smirk to his reflection saw him off before he briskly made his way into the kitchen. It would easily hide his embarrassment to anyone who may have been watching him.

7:17AM. Had he really just wasted that much time on a hairbrush? Was breakfast still an option?

Izaya wandered toward a cupboard in the kitchen and dug through containers of tablets until he came across one with his name shrewdly written on it. Iron tablets. He damned his anaemia. He hated taking tablets with a passion as found them unnatural and pointless, irritated that he was only taking them to stop his mother's whining.

Actually. He paused after taking a bottle of orange juice from the fridge. I'm surprised she hasn't kicked me out for how messed up the twins are... He chuckled to himself and took £10 from his parent's "secret" stash that they constantly moved, as the brunette kept finding it, threw on his coat and left for the bus. Well not before digging into his trouser pockets to make sure his phone and knife were still there.

He'd honestly be lost without them or at least more paranoid than he already was.

...

The bus was late, like it always was, but luckily Izaya decided to get the earlier one to compensate for his slow pace he liked to walk at. He declared he missed less of the world if he took his time getting there. A glance at his watch told him he would be more early than he expected, so he wondered if he would have to wait outside of the school before it started (as waiting with other students in idle chit-chat was not that appealing) or if he should go on a walk around the block.

Seeing Shinra enter gleefully through the gates of the school yard talking an annoyed-looking blond's ear off, Izaya automatically chose to keep walking.

Mornings plus the monstrous Shizuo and creepy Shinra was too much for a sleep deprived Izaya. He never had breakfast either and maybe he should spend some of his newly found money on food. Maybe he could go to the bakery around the corner and buy those hand-baked cookies or something. He needed the energy. It's not like he was avoiding the actual school.

Eugh. I can definitely not get used to this...

A/N: Hey there! Hope you enjoyed reading this... I know it's a dull chapter but y'know... Anyway, this is my first Shizaya/Izuo fanfiction I've written so any advice would help a lot. Like if they're in character ect... Also sorry the chapter's so short. I wrote it all as one long story and am having trouble deciding where chapters should go. OTL