Disclaimer: I don't own Durarara.
Aoba blinked for a few times so his eyes could adjust to the strong light which came above him. For a moment, he had no idea where he was and why he was there, but when he heard Mikado-snepai's voice, the memories started coming back one by one.
"I am so sorry, Aoba-kun! I did not mean to throw that ball so strong. It slipped out of my hand!" His senpai's voice was full with remorse.
Aoba only groaned as an answer. They had PE lesson in the sixth period which – because of their teacher was sick – was held together with the seniors. His last memory about the even was the ball flying towards Kurui, who noticed it too late. His body was moved on his own, so the object met with his face instead of Kururi's. Said girl took his hand into her own, looking down at him with concern in her beautiful brown eyes.
"I am okay," he tried to reassure her. "These kinds of things can eas-Ow!" He exclaimed when he felt the sharp pain as he was trying to turn towards Kururi.
"You should not move, Kuronuma-kun," the nurse said, appearing beside his bed. "You may have a little concussion."
"I am really sorry," Mikado mumbled, hanging his head down in shame. Anri put her hand to his shoulder as an attempt to make him feel a little bit better.
Suddenly, they heard a thunder and the sky became dark. Kururi turned towards the others in the room.
"It looks like it is going to rain. You should head home before it happens," she smiled at their senpais. "I'll take care of Aoba-kun."
The way she said those words made Aoba blushing. He knew that he was a bastard, thinking about things like those while Kururi sacrificed her own afternoon just to stay by his side.
'You are a scum, Kuronuma,' He said to himself, closing his eyes. Feeling Kururi's touch on his arm, he looked up. The thankful smile on her face was the cutest thing ever. She bent down and kissed the bandage on his forehead, then his lips as well. Maybe he was a scum, but he was the happiest scum on the world.
The sound of a thunder was the thing that broke the moment. Izaya stood up, turning towards his kitchen awkwardly.
"You should go if you do not want to-" but when he reached the middle of the sentence, the sky fell down. "You know what? Y-you should stay here… If you want…"
Shizuo stood up and stepped to Izaya when the lights suddenly went out. Hearing the growl beside him, Izaya tried to find the others' arm. He did not want his office to become a battlefield. Shizuo knew what he wanted to express with that movement and took some deep breaths.
"Do you have candles somewhere?" Shizuo asked. Izaya pointed towards the kitchen. Shizuo opened the drawer and he frowned. "Really, Izaya? Birthday candles?" He could not help it, but a little chuckle slipped trough his lips.
"They are better than nothing!" Izaya felt quite offended. They lit up the candles, then sat back to the sofa. The storm raged outside while they were sitting in the flat feeling uneasiness. Neither of them were fond of storms.
After an especially loud thunder, Izaya jumped a little and somehow landed in Shizuo's arms. He wanted to back away, but the arms only hugged him closer. Shizuo's face disappeared in his hair. He gazed up at him from the corner of his eyes when he felt the other's body trembling. It seemed like Shizu-chan was afraid of storms more than him.
Izaya sighed, then took him by his hand. He stood up, leading him towards the stairs. They almost stumbled on the stairs while they were trying to go upstairs, but they managed it eventually.
Izaya could find the door of his bedroom without any help. He opened it and led his used-to-be-nemesis-he-had-no-idea-what-right –then to the bed. Shizuo climbed in, then pulled him into it too with a quick movement.
That night, Izaya could experience how his Chibi Shizu-chan could feel himself whenever he slept with him hugged in his arms.
