(i get that izaya lives in shinjuku...but i made him and reader-san live in ikebukuro...so yeah)
Getting lost was not part of Izaya's plan. He had some business to take care of in Shinjuku and had planned on going there for a day before returning home. However, he had not count on [reader] wanting to tag along with him and even bring Nakura along. While in Shinjuku, [reader] got side tracked and forgot about Izaya, going to see the sights of Shinjuku along with Nakura. However, since she has never been outside of Ikebukuro before, she got lost and had no where to go in the unfamiliar streets until after a few hours, Izaya found them.
He didn't seem pleased in the least that bringing them along with him would cause so much trouble. If that wasn't enough, Izaya had been so anxiously looking for his wife and son that he found himself not recognizing the street names and buildings. If it wasn't [reader]'s fault for causing them to fall into this mess, she would have beat Izaya up. Izaya often came to Shinjuku and other parts of Japan as part of his job, so she'd think he was familiar with Shinjuku as much as he was with Ikebukuro. So apparently, the informant was human too.
It turns out they were in one of the more rural parts of Shinjuku and just as things couldn't get any worse, it started to pour heavily. There wasn't any nearby shelter,so Izaya had to lead them to the nearest hotel he thought there might be. The raven haired man quickly slid his black hooded jacket off and dumped it on [reader]'s head. She took it and covered her head as well as Nakura's. The boy rarely fell sick, but she still didn't want him to get caught in the rain.
By the time they've finally reached the hotel lobby, they were soaked in rain water. Izaya's jacket really wasn't the best raincoat. The air-conditioning inside the hotal didn't help as it only made the poor young boy shiver even more. He let out a sneeze as [reader] used her hands and rubbed his arms in an attempt to warm him up a little.
"I'll need a room...as you can see from our little disaster..." Izaya laughed as he handed the receptionist some money. Izaya was quite rich, seeing he was being paid dirty money every day. She had to hand it to him, despite her causing such misfortune upon them, Izaya still had the mood to laugh and smile. It's Izaya after all, there was not a day he never smirked.
[reader] knew it was her fault that they were in that situation and thought about what was the best way to apologize to Izaya. He specifically told her not to run off without him, but she didn't take his word seriously.
The worst part was that they had only planned to come to Shinjuku for one day, so they never bothered to pack any spare clothes.
Walking into the room, Izaya dumped the bag of cash he had been entrusted by his client with. He had planned on going back to Ikebukuro to ask Celty to deliver the package, but it would have to wait for another day. By then, Nakura was sneezing every few seconds and shivering. Seeing his son grow pale, Izaya turned to [reader].
"You give him a warm bath first. " the information broker said as he took the soaking wet jacket from her.
"What about you? The air conditioning..." she looked at Izaya worriedly. Since he gave them his jacket, his long sleeved dark blue shirt stuck to his body. He was drenched from head to toe. Honestly, he looked extremely attractive like that, but she wasn't going to tell him.
"I won't die that easily~" Izaya smirked and walked over to the window,looking out at the sky covered with clouds. "Guess we'll have to spend the night here..."
"I should have listened to you, Izaya...Sorry..." she muttered as the man turned to look at her.
"Silly girl. Hurry up and get in the bath. Unless you wanted me to join you~?""Shut up!" she blushed and pushed their son into the bathroom.
After getting that well awaited hot shower, Nakura seemed a lot better. The color in his cheeks returned as he gave his mother a huge smile while she used a clean, warm towel to dry his raven colored hair, the same color of his father's. "Mama, are we on a holiday now?"
"I guess you can say that..." she raised an eyebrow,"we're away from home after all..." she laughed and patted the boy's head. "Sorry you had to get caught in the rain, Nakura. It's my fault."
"I don't blame you! It was fun!" he giggled and poked his mother's cheeks as she smiled again. She felt lucky to have such an understanding son. She didn't know is Izaya was understanding or not, after all, all he did was smirk and tease her. It was like he made use of every single opportunity he got to embarrass her. Remembering how her husband was freezing outside in the bedroom, she wore the robe that the hotel had provided and wrapped the large towel around Nakura and went out.
"Alright, we're done." she said and looked up at Izaya.
"Hmm~ About time...You were so slow [reader]." he teased her before grabbing a towel from the closet and going into the bathroom.
Sitting Nakura on one of the beds while she climbed on it herself, she continued to scrub his hair with the towel he wore as the boy turned to look at his mother.
"You know Nakura, you're like your father in so many ways."
"I know!" the boy cheered out loudly as she giggled herself.
"Well... you look like your father. You're always so kind to me..." she said as her words slowly trailed off. The boy then attempted to help her finish her sentence.
"And i'm sexy like papa?" She sighed heavily, not that again. But she laughed awkwardly, not trying to toss cold water on his or his father's pride.
"Well i guess... what has he been teaching you all these years..." she mumbled.
It took only fifteen minutes for Izaya to get done as he opened the bathroom door. He held his wet shirt in his hand while he stood there in only his long pants. He was shirtless, but [reader] took notice of how he rewore the wet pants instead of using a robe. The towel he used to dry himself was slung around his shoulders as he used it to dry his hair slowly.
"Izaya?" she blinked as the man smiled and looked at her. "Mmhm?"
"Why are you still wearing your pants? Isn't it heavy from all the water it soaked up?"
"Oh~? You want me to take off my pants?" his smile grew wider as he teasingly held the button. [reader] blushed and looked away.
"That's not it, idiot!". Although they were husband and wife, somehow she still felt embarassed to see him naked or even half naked. Probably because she was too self-aware of her own body.
"I mean...you can use the robe right? Or you know...Wrap a towel around yourself...?"
"But there's only one robe~" he smirked and pointed to the empty closet. "Besides...wouldn't you have been more embarrassed if i wore only a towel~?"
Grabbing the pillow from the bed, she tossed it at Izaya, who punched the fluffy thing aside easily.
"Is it a pillow fight?!" Nakura's face brightened up quickly as he took the other pillow and threw it at his father too. This time, Izaya didn't bother to catch it or knock it away.
"You hit me!" Izaya feigned a pained expression as the boy laughed, getting off the bed to grab the pillow and hit the information broker.
"You two are impossible..." she sighed and was about to lay down on the bed to rest when she felt two pillows land on her body in a row. She growled and got up to counter attack on the two males who were teasing and laughing at her all that time.