Nothing inside the apartment fit together, but Shizuo could only say that he was glad that there, for once, were no broken down walls, perforated ceilings, or smashed windows.
The walls were a dirty shade of gray that had probably once been clean white and the paint was coming off in little flakes, the wooden floor creaked, and Shizuo only reluctantly removed his shoes, because he was very sure he would step into splinters if he walked bare foot.
The kitchen and living room were basically one room only vaguely separated by the kitchen counter, yet there was something else distinguishing the two parts of the room.
While the kitchen area was as run down as one could expect when looking at the house's general condition, with a refrigerator that looked like it was older than the apartments inhabitant, and a sink that was rusted, the living room did not necessarily look any better, but the huge flat screen TV standing about two meters away from a sofa whose cushions were torn with the filling hanging out, seemed definitely out of place.
The several game consoles in front of the large TV also didn't fit into this run down hell hole, making the blond boy wonde, just how someone who had to live in a place like this could possibly afford such expensive electronic devices.
What Shizuo also noticed was that the place wasn't dirty, dusty or in any way unhygienic, meaning that Izaya kept it as clean as possible.
Izaya was meanwhile standing in front of the refrigerator and looking at its contents, and the taller student had to note that the fridge was rather empty, but at least it looked very clean.
It somehow relieved him to know that he at least wouldn't get any weird diseases just from touching stuff here.
"I'm afraid I don't have the ingredients to cook anything for dinner." The dark haired boy said, closing the refrigerator and watching the blond boy observe his surroundings. "We could go grocery shopping."
Shizuo was too distracted by the play station 3 he had just caught sight of to really listen to Izaya.
It didn't seem to bother the younger boy as he turned towards his phone, a red light flashing and indicating that someone had left a voice mail. Curiously he pressed the button to listen to it and froze when he heard the female voice that greeted him.
[Hello, Izaya-kun. This is Dr. Hatake. You've missed another one of your appointments, so I wanted to ask if everything's alright, and if you've been taking your medication properly. Please call me back so we can make another appointment. Have a nice day.]
Shizuo, who had been inspecting the TV curiously, somehow expecting it to be fake, looked up in interest upon hearing the message, noticing Izaya shift uncomfortably for a second, before he seemed to regain his composure and swiftly deleted the message.
"It's just my doctor. I've been having a mild case of anemia lately, so she wants to check if I've been taking my iron pills." The dark haired boy explained hastily, without Shizuo even asking. His eyes were strangely piercing, as if he hoped to be able to burn what he had just said into the blond student's mind so he would never ever ask any questions about this.
"Okay." The blond said, just a little confused by how much this one voice mail had thrown Izaya off balance.
"No big deal at all. I don't like having to go see a doctor. Just the way they look at you... as if they expect you to spontaneously combust or something." Izaya added.
"Who would spontaneously combust from having aen— what was that stuff called again?" And with that question, the smile made a brilliant comeback with Izaya's face as its stage, and he even chuckled a little, making Shizuo feel rather stupid.
"Anemia. Means I don't have as many red blood cells as I should have. It's a rather common disorder." The smaller boy explained. "About dinner. Want to come grocery shopping with me?"
"Sure, why not." Shizuo agreed, surprised by the fact that something as mundane as bying groceries actually sounded like fun when doing it together, or rather, doing it with this person in particular.
Izaya was already putting on his shoes and jacket, when Shizuo remembered something.