The morning Shizuo woke up, he immediately wondered why he felt great. He was warm, cosy, and something smelled nice. He opened his eyes to be greeted with the rarest expression on Orihara Izaya's face. He almost forgot that he let the flea stay for the night because the stupid louse was sick.
He stared at Izaya's unusual expression. It was the most innocent look Izaya ever had. It almost made him seem like a whole different person from the one who single-handedly caused a three way war to occur in Ikebukuro. His face was peaceful and serene. His lips were slightly parted, and Shizuo could feel his warm breath fan his cheek. It was just strange… this whole thing that's happening. Never in his right mind would he have thought he'd ever feel this calm in Izaya's presence, let alone to find the man's face grudgingly adorable.
He started to move away, already feeling awkward when he reminded himself that they were enemies and hate each other, but the raven next to him whined when the delicious heat left him, causing Shizuo to freeze. He watched Izaya snuggle closer to him, seeking his warmth, and he settled on his chest while curling like a cat before sighing in contentment.
It was the most adorable thing Shizuo has ever seen. But he'd rather die than admit that out loud.
"Nnh…" Izaya murmured when he pressed his cheek against Shizuo's neck. "O-oi!" Shizuo said in a very flustered voice. The sleeping raven stirred, stilling the blonde's attempt to escape or shove him off. He sleepily lifted his face from Shizuo's neck and dazedly looked at the blonde as if he was still half asleep. "Shizuo?" he asked sleepily, rubbing his eyes like a child. Heiwajima Shizuo suddenly turned bright red from head to toe after hearing his real name pass through Izaya's lips. It was incredible, the effect it had on him. Just hearing his name stirred something in him, caused him to be unable to think, and rendered him speechlessly shocked.
And right in front of his eyes, the flea suddenly looked even more adorable and innocent than when he was asleep. With him rubbing those crimson red eyes that looked at him sleepily, and his silky black hair was cutely tousled… Shizuo wanted to hit himself just to prove that he was just seeing things.
And then all of a sudden, those red eyes widened in realization of where he was and who he was with, and the raven leaped off the bed within a second. His cheeks were dusted with a pinkish color that made his face obtain a touch of delicacy. "W-W-W-w-w-w-whaaat are-" Izaya stopped, slapping a hand against his mouth to shut himself up. Again it added to Shizuo's shock that the Orihara Izaya could actually stutter.
Izaya looked as if he was struggling to calm himself down. He was trying to bring back his composed and manipulative self but right now he was purely without his usual mask and to top it off, he was acting like this while wearing Shizuo's clothes that were very much too big for him. He was even holding onto the sweat pants because they were threatening to slide down from his slim waist.
The awkward silence was suffocating both of them. And finally the long wordless discomfort was broken with Shizuo's embarrassed, "G-Good morning."
Izaya blinked before responding hesitantly, "Good morning."
"Want some breakfast?" Shizuo asked as he scratched the back of his head. It was already awkward enough to wake up finding himself cuddling with the flea, now he discovered things that confused him and flustered him even more.
Izaya cocked his head at him curiously. "Sure."
Shizuo got up and walked past the curious raven before heading for the kitchen.
"Eh, Shizu-chan's cooking?" Izaya said, the use of the usual nickname didn't go unnoticed by the blond.
"You got a problem with that flea?"
Izaya smirked. "No, I don't think I do. I don't think you're smart enough to actually poison me since I doubt you're puny little protozoan mind wouldn't be able to handle it. Plus I can detect if something's wrong with my food with just a glance since Namie always tries to kill me that way. So cook away Shizu-chan! Let's see how much of a failure you are in the kitchen! Now where's your apron? You can't cook without a frilly apron!"
And Izaya was back to his normal self again.
"Damn flea! I don't need some gay ass apron! I'm not a fucking girl! And what did you mean Namie tries to poison you on a daily basis? Who's Namie anyway?" he growled at him.
"Ah Shizu-chan, yelling at the sick so early in the morning~ What kind of host are you? So impolite to his fragile guest~" he sang.
Shizuo snarled.
"Fine," Izaya said with another smirk, "But if you must know, Namie is my sexy little secretary."
"Secretary?" Shizuo wondered aloud. He didn't know Izaya worked with someone. He always thought he did things on his own.
"Mhmm, she's under my care now. Oh Shizu-chan, she's such a treat to tease. Her sad love life is one one of the things I most love about her!"
"You shouldn't pick on someone's love life when who knows, she might actually still end up in a happy relationship," Shizuo reprimanded. He was already used to Izaya's strange abnormal hobbies.
"Ah but Shizu-chan, that's just it. She'll never be happy," Izaya laughed merrily.
"How can you say that flea?" growled Shizuo, the raven's words getting on his nerves.
"It's a fact. She's in love with someone who'll never love her the same way she loves him. Plus the boy's an absolute freak and is already in love with someone else," he finished.
"Who knows, maybe that unrequited love can be returned," Shizuo said.
"It can't," Izaya said, speaking as if it wasn't Namie they were talking about anymore. But then he went back to that annoyingly cheerful tone again saying, "She's in love with her brother."
"Oh…" Shizuo said. He didn't say another word and continued preparing their breakfast. He served a bouncing Izaya a plate of French toast, eggs, and bacon strips. Izaya stared at Shizuo as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing, making the blond roll his eyes at him. The raven ate and it wasn't long before he finished everything. But when he had shoved the last of the food down his throat, he couldn't, his hands searching wildly for his water. His glass was empty so he banged on the table multiple times to get Shizuo to stop laughing and finally get him what he needs.
"Gaaaah!" Izaya breathed out in relief. Shizuo was watching him with an amused grin on his handsome face. "You idiot! I could've died!"
"You should've seen your face flea!" Shizuo laughed.
Izaya humphed and turned away from him. He thanked the blond for the meal and puffed his cheeks as he stomped his way back into the brute's room as if he owned the place.
"Oi louse," Shizuo called with a sigh. He knew Izaya was childish, but he didn't know it was this bad. He opened his door to find curled on his bed while hugging his pillow. "What are you doing flea?"
"I'm still sick, so shut up and lend me your bed," grumbled the raven.
Shizuo raised a brow. "You're still not better?"
"My eyes still feel a bit heavy and they're still burning like my throat. But my head doesn't feel bad anymore."
Izaya was feeling rather awkward. It was strange for the blond to be this nice to him. It seemed unnatural. But it felt nice all in all. And he thought maybe he could take advantage of this rare opportunity to see just how far the monster's patience will take him.
"Neee Shizu-chan," he said as he looked at him standing there awkwardly. "Your pillow stinks."
The blond's face took on his usual expression of anger. "Flea…" he growled.
"Really stinks," Izaya giggled.
"Then stop hugging my damn pillow you ungrateful louse!"
In response, Izaya looked at him before burying his face in said pillow.
"Flea," Shizuo snarled.
Izaya giggled with his face still buried snugly against the pillow. "Smells like Shizu-chan."
Shizuo turned bright red.
The Izaya right now reminded him of a cat. And he had a thing for cats too.
He sighed. "When will you just leave?"
Izaya smirked at him. "Not until I've rested enough." In truth he was actually feeling better. The earlier symptoms he mentioned were all lies.
"Then will you leave?"
"Hmm…"
"Don't tell me you plan on staying here longer!"
"Nah. It's too ugly here."
"Izayaaaaaa."
"I'll leave later, alright Shizu-chan. But not until you tell me that you want me back tomorrow~"
"Are you shitting me? Why would I say such a fucked up lie for you?"
"Ah-ah, not for me, but for you."
"Bullshit."
"Now now Shizu-chan. Temper temper~ I'm still your patient. Plus if you don't say it, I'll spend the night here again."
"But you hate it here!"
"Oh but I love ruining you."
"I'll lock the door."
"Sure, go ahead. I do need to practice my lock picking. I've gotten a bit slow at it. Can you believe that the great Orihara Izaya went down from a record of 5 seconds, it suddenly turned into 15!? Ugh scandalous!"
Shizuo growled. "Then I'll put multiple locks."
"And where would you get the money for that?" Izaya chuckled while Shizuo was already starting to shake with rage. "Plus there's always the window. You honestly lack security Shizu-chan. Well, it's not like you need any, because no one in their right mind would try to trespass the monster's territory. Oh, except for me of course." Shizuo snapped and lunged at him.
He pinned him down within a second. The raven too surprised to react as well as the fact that he let his guard down. It's been a while since the brute attacked him with that unpredictable personality of his and his monstrous strength, so Izaya was quite delighted to be reminded while being pinned down under his Shizu-chan. "Are you going to kill me now Shizu-chan?" he asked casually. Normal people would be terrified by now, especially since the grip on his neck was becoming tighter and tighter, yet still Izaya managed to sound like he was talking about the weather.
Shizuo growled angrily. He shouldn't have let this flea have his way all the time. He shouldn't show him kindness. He didn't deserve it. Calling him a monster when he even took care of his ungrateful ass…
Shizuo was glaring at him with all the hatred he could muster. But the problem was that he was running out. Whenever he tried to feed it more fuel, like thinking of how Izaya had been ruining his life and all, the images that counter them are the one of Izaya sneaking into his apartment through the window, Izaya greeting him once he got back from work, Izaya bringing some food, and Izaya…sleeping so innocently beside him. His grip loosened.
Suddenly Izaya weakly lifted his hand, that smirk never leaving his face. He reached for Shizuo's nose and pinched it lightly. "Baka… if you're not going to kill me now, I might stab you, you know. Maybe create another beautiful mark on your body like the first time we met, ne?"
Shizuo loosened his grip completely with a "tch" before he flicked the raven's forehead. "I hid your damn switchblade flea. Lying won't get you anywhere."
Izaya chuckled. "You actually used your brain for once."
"Shut up."
He slumped down on top of the raven, not really caring anymore and just tuning out Izaya's whining about how heavy he was. It felt pretty damn comfortable crushing the flea in a different way.
"Oi, flea."
"What? Are you finally getting off of me you fat protozoan?"
"You're still going to come here tomorrow even if I don't say it."
"Ah Shizu-chan," Izaya said, running a hand through the soft blond locks. "You know me well."
