Izaya noticed something that had dropped to the ground right next to him and picked the small item up swiftly.
A blond haired, tall teenaged boy stomped around the corner, an infuriated look on his face that was still in place when he noticed the teacher, who was currently crouching down and trying to get the poor boy who had been thrown into a wall to get up.
"And that is why you do not steal anything that belongs to Heiwajima Shizuo." Izaya said amicably, looking at the pathetic heap of a person that barely twitched, while twirling a zippo lighter in his hand.
"How do you know my name?" the blond asked, still looking rather pissed, while his eyes didn't look away from the lighter in his hand, which undoubtedly belonged to Shizuo. They both ignored the teacher, who was still trying to get a response out of the injured student.
"Ah, I believe we have a mutual friend." Izaya said, keeping the lighter for the time being. "I don't suppose you know Kishitani Shinra? He went to middle school with me."
"Damn four eyes tells random people my name." Shizuo grumbled irritably, and growing slightly frustrated, because the dark haired boy wasn't giving him his lighter back.
"I've known Shinra for a few years, so I'm hardly 'random people'." Izaya said, though he didn't sound defensive at all. To Shizuo, he seemed like the kind of person who deeply believed himself to be very important.
"Don't know about that. I don't think he told me about you, though." Shizuo said grumpily.
"How could you be certain about that without even knowing my name?" The shorter boy asked, smiling. Shizuo frowned slightly, having a sinking feeling that maybe Shinra hadtold him about the person before him.
"What is your name?" Shizuo asked, convinced that Izaya merely wanted the blond to show interest in him.
"I'm Orihara Izaya." Yup, that was the one alright. The one Shinra had told him about and described as creepy, extremely intelligent, potentially dangerous, and quite frankly insane, but also a ton of fun to hang around, and an useful ally.
"Might've mentioned you some time or another." Shizuo grumbled, noticing Izaya's smirk widening.
"See? I think this calls for the American way of defining allies and enemies." Izaya said this so naturally that it was not even noticable that he was aware of how little Shizuo knew what he meant.
"I have no idea what you're talking about." Shizuo said calmly. Anyone who made him feel stupid, or tried to make him feel inferior, would have usually had some one on one time with any heavy object in the vincinity by now, but the blond student felt, despite being irritated, a weird kind of interest in the other boy.
This Orihara boy had just seen him being as violent as he could get, yet he had shrugged it off, completely unfazed, and had taken his side immediately.
Shizuo was way too used to the insulting, fearful looks he received whenever he lost control of his anger, and he was deeply relieved that there seemed to be one person in this world, that didn't fear him despite that or look at him like he was some kind of fascinating freak of nature.
"My bad." The taller boy wasn't sure whether Izaya was pretending to be sorry about not having made clear what he meant, but he appreciated the effort. He had expected to be laughed at for being poorly educated.
Of course, Izaya did exactly that, only he kept his insane witch cackle at bay and mocked the blond in his mind.
