Look
Much can be said about the way someone looks at you. If they're staring at you for a good length of time, there's quite a high chance that they're interested in getting to know you. It could be that, or it could also be that you've forgotten to cut the tag off of your new shirt, that you have some food in your teeth from your lunch, or maybe it's because of the way that you carry and compose yourself is far off from the definition of the common standard.
Those are the two ways that most people would come to conclude from such a scenario. Of course, the optimists would go for the first option, thinking that they've caught someone's eye for all the good reasons. However, pessimists would probably give the person on the delivering end a cold, hard stare down in return, feeling the need to mock them for their judgmental behaviors.
Despite these two very common examples, there is still a third option, and it is most commonly referred to—in all of its simplistic glory—as "the look."
Again, "the look" can be stretched out and nitpicked for everything that it's worth, brought about into a variety of different definitions and scenarios, but for Shizuo Heiwajima, "the look" that he receives across the room from his usually very-hard-to-read boyfriend can only mean one thing.
The man aged as eternally twenty-one hosts eyes of longing structure. The dim light from his computer screen reflects off of his deep brown irises and does wonders for his complexion of concern. Yes, Shizuo thinks, this is "the look." That softly furrowed knot between Izaya's brow bones speaks for itself.
"Shizu-chan…" he calls from his desk, inviting Shizuo's attention even after he knows that he's already claimed it.
"Yeah? What is it?" Shizuo sighs in question. He knows what's coming.
"You know, it's been such a long time since…"
"It hasn't been that long. Besides, I'm not in the mood today."
Shizuo couldn't recall when Izaya had gotten up from his computer chair; all he knew now was that there was a pair of arms slowly coiling around his shoulders like a boa constrictor, toying with him like the vulnerable prey that he was.
"Come on, Shizu-chan. Please?"
Shizuo was reluctant. He was so, so very reluctant, but he knew that if he didn't give into Izaya's wishes, he just would never hear the end of it. Rising from his seated position on the couch, Shizuo stretched and bit out the words, "Fine. I'll get you your damn ootoro."
With the grin of the Chesire, Izaya scampered back off to his computer desk and resumed his internet browsing. "Thanks a bunch, Shizu-chan. Be sure to come back soon!"
Yup, Shizuo knew that look better than anyone else. It was Izaya's "please-go-out-and-buy-me-some-ootoro" look.
Hi there! Chappy here! :D
Wow, it's been so long since I've written for this 30-day Drabble Challenge, and I am so sorry about that! D:
I've been in a sort of writing funk, I guess you could say. No motivation to do anything. x.x
Regardless of not being motivated, I pumped this drabble out in no more than 20 minutes. :D I hope you guys enjoy it. (: The theme, of course, was "look."
And as always! Thank you for reading! (:
- Chappy