I just realised that Chapter 1 moved super slowly. Well, hopefully this chapter, we moved forward, although still too slow.

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Chapter 2

I gaped. I slowly closed my mouth to swallowed, and immediately gaped again.
That person, suddenly appeared before me, in a towel.
In a towel!
Never in my wildest dream- okay, no, seriously, no. NEVER.
Is this his doing? Did he do this to me? Did he kidnap me?
WHY is he in a TOWEL seriously?
That aside, I should not let my guard down. Despite this uncertain feeling inside me, I clenched my fists, ready to strike any time.
I was just waiting for a smartass remark or an annoying smirk.

But it never came. Instead, he just raised his eyebrows while continuing drying his wet hair.

"Shizu, you're okay?"
I gaped at his question. And Shizu? A new pet name?
Is he playing with me? Is he mocking me?
Is this one of his mind games?

But the genuine concern beaming from his eyes was telling me otherwise.
Why was he asking me gently?
Why was he looking at me with such gentle eyes?
My mind was full with questions. What was this person doing here? Is this his house? But I know how his house looks like, nothing like this apartment!

I was lucky that despite he just showered, well, I think he showered as his hair was still wet, he was wearing a shirt. I dont want to even imagine my reaction if he appeared before me half-naked.
I would go crazy.

"Shizu, do you hear me?"
I had not recovered from my shock – at such a warm environment – that I did not bother answering his question. Unconsciously, I pressed my right foot harder to the floor.
It felt hard against my foot.
I was not dreaming, was I?

The person sighed at my lack of response.
"What are you doing slouching like that, you weirdo?" His eyes bore into mine.
Concern and humor are written all over his face.
Then, he began walking towards me.

I unconsciously took a step backward, while still slouching, not fully standing. Since when have I become a coward?
Why did I feel dread?
Isn't this...
What I have always wanted?
"Ah! Oh my god Shizu! Don't tell me you fell?"
He moved so fast to stand before me, looking at me with his concern eyes and questioning eyebrows.
Standing so close to me I could smell a faint fragrance from him.
My heart beats fast.

At his eagerness, and my building up confusion, I answered hesitantly.
"Uh, um, yes, I guess,"
When I have no idea what's going on.
I slowly stood up. As I was taller than him, his gaze on me went up, following my eyes.

He put his hands on his waist and sighed.
"Ah.. Shizu, I told you to be careful, because I just mopped the floor,"
He looked at me (apologetically? Him?) and tried to reach for my head.
"Are you injured anywhere?"
I was wary, and surprised by the sudden display of familiarity. I flinched away from his hand and awkwardly replied as he frowned.
"No, I'm fine."
"You're sure?"
"Yeah, I did not hit my head,"
He nodded, buying my words.

I guess this is his house then. Did he move? Why was I in his house then?
And, why didn't he-
"Anyway, come, Shizu. I just finished making lunch. Sorry it took so long. Ah... it's already 3,"

He caught me off guard. He grabbed my arm, like it was nothing, like it was a common thing to do, and pulled me towards the opening, which I later found out out to be a kitchen.
If not because of his relaxed expression, and a strange, bubbling feeling inside me, I would have jerked my wrist back.
I followed dutifully, still too perplexed about the whole thing.
And the skin of my wrist that he held felt hot like it's burning.
He held it gently, yet firmly.
His fair skin contrasted with my slightly darker tone.
I looked at his hand sombrely, he has never touched me this way.

The kitchen looked humble, was of medium size, but it was clean and neat. The dining set, table with chairs, sat at the corner of the kitchen.
Domestic.
He made me sit on the chair before the dining table.
"Help yourself first, Shizu. I'll come later, after I change into my pants,"
I nodded. I tried to act normal.
Because this, all this seems normal for him.
I did not anticipate his hands that landed on my shoulder, massaged a little bit and left, exiting the dining room.
I almost jumped at his contact, my combat sense perked up, but I held myself from acting, because this whole thing is strange.

Strangely pleasant.

My eyes followed him as he disappeared behind the wall.

I swallowed, my palms felt sweaty.
My mind was a wreck. I could not comprehend this odd situation.

I was in his house. He cooked for me. He touched me in ways I could only dream.

Izaya, are you testing me?


I am super tempted to finish this at one go, but let's go slowly.
Not much of a cliffhanger, oh well, i tried.
Oh, maybe I should note that this may be partly fluffy and partly humour too.
Argh... I want angst...