"I'm Orihara Izaya, it's nice to meet you." Izaya said with a very short bow and looked like he tried hard not to laugh his ass off at the other students' expressions.
There was silence for a moment, in which every student took his time to take in the sight, before some of them nodded a greeting, while others wolf whistled in appreciation, which caused Shizuo to frown just a little.
Since it was a boys only school, the female pendant to this institution being a few miles away, most of the hormonal boys and young men hadn't really seen anything other than zit blasted, sweaty, greasy haired guys for quite some time, so that looking at someone so clean, fresh and pretty was something that pleased them and caused their hormones to run rampant.
Izaya did not appear to be fazed by the impact he had on his classmates, though Shizuo could definitely tell that he was not oblivious to it. In fact, Shizuo assumed that the dark haired boy was never oblivious to anything, though he knew it was paranoid to think that Izaya was omniscient.
During the two gruellingly boring math lessons, Shizuo caught himself looking to his left every once in a while in interest, watching Izaya draw complicated symbols, which had absolutely nothing to do with math, into his notebook and looking around the classroom in interest, scanning every student and throwing Shizuo a smile when he noticed him looking, that made the blond avert his gaze immediately.
In English class, Izaya was asked to introduce himself in English, which he seemed to speak flawlessly, surpassing even their teacher in skill, and consequently making the elderly woman who was only a few years away from retirement feel like all the effort she had put into learning the language had been completely in vain, because someone who was a fourth her age spoke the language more fluently than her.
She praised his skill and smiled at Izaya forcedly, while something within her crumbled and fell apart.
From the way Izaya grinned back at her like a kitty that had just taken over another cat's territory, Shizuo knew exactl, that the brunet was very well aware of what went on in their teacher's head.
It would have made Shizuo emphasize with the old witch, if it hadn't been for the massive amount of homework she told them to finish until tomorrow a few seconds later.
The school bell announcing lunch break brought Shizuo back to life and he was the first to leave the classroom, barely listening to the teacher asking Izaya to stay a little longer.
Somehow, Shizuo ended up waiting for the other boy, without really knowing what drove him to do so.
"Oh hey, thanks for waiting." Izaya said amicably after spotting Shizuo and quickly catching up, as the blond started to walk away.
"Hm." Shizuo grumbled in acknowledgment, while they approached the end of the hallway.
"I'm gonna give you a nickname." The dark haired boy announced happily, his steps bouncy despite the heavy bag that hung from one of his shoulders.
"Don't need one." The blond replied, slightly annoyed, but still, deep down, kind of glad that he wasn't alone.
"Hmm, how about Shizu-chan." Izaya didn't sound like he had just spontaneously come up with the nickname. Shizuo had the slight suspicion that the shorter boy had wanted to call him that the moment he had heard his name.
"Nah." Shizuo said, expecting Izaya to maybe argue a little, then give up and search for another nickname, but he was proven wrong.
"Shizu-chan it is." Shizuo looked at the other boy threateningly but the brunet was smiling again and nodding his head, while he repeated the ridiculous nickname.
"Absolutely not." The blond grunted, slightly offended. "Sounds fucking fruity."
"Aw, come on, let me have a little fun here." Izaya pouted childishly. "Besides, if you care that much about not being perceived as gay, it makes you all the more homo."
Shizuo snapped, grabbing Izaya by the scruff of his neck and lifting him up a few centimeters, so that they were on eyelevel. The taller student was slightly surprised by how light Izaya was. Even someone who did not have as much strength as Shizuo could have easily picked Izaya up.
"Don't call me that ever again." Shizuo growled, looking into Izaya's amused eyes one second, and grabbing onto thin air the next.