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Rating: M (cause Hoshino-sensei talks about her favourite topic).

Disclaimer: I'm in despair. The fact that I have to write repeatedly that Durarara doesn't belong to me has left me in despair. Honestly ;)

Somewhere in the North Ikebukuro

"I'm so happy to see you again, Shizuo-san. Would you like some tea?"

Shizuo shook his head. Contrary to Hoshino-sensei, who was currently smiling cheerfully, he was far from being happy. His eyes hurt from all those bright colours in her office. He would have to get used to them again.

"Before we start, I have one request. I really like this desk, Shizuo-san. My beloved daughter gave it to me as a present. She also painted it that beautiful purple colour. Don't throw it out of the window, pretty please?"

"Okay."

If Shizuo wasn't against hurting women, he would gladly throw her out instead. He might've mad with Hoshino-sensei but he also was aware that the blame for what happened should not be put entirely on her. She was just trying to help, it was him who screwed up, after all. Literally. He sighed. The psychotherapist took a sip from her pink cup and asked a question:

"What did you want to talk with me about, Shizuo-san?"

"I wanted to talk about Izaya. He's been behaving very strangely since that thing happened."

"That thing, huh? I heard about it from Izaya-san. But I still don't know all the details."

Shizuo shot her a death glare. Sensing that her precious desk was in danger, Hoshino-sensei quickly changed the topic.

"In what way is Izaya-san's behaviour strange?"

"He makes those strange sex suggestions… At first I thought he was just fooling around, but now I'm starting to suspect he might be serious."

"Maybe he actually enjoyed what happened that night?"

"How can anyone enjoy something like that?"

Hoshino-sensei gave Shizuo a smile so eerie that it sent shivers down his spine.

"People do enjoy really strange things. You would be surprised. For example, it's pretty common for men to take pleasure in erotic asphyxiation. Not to mention one of my former patients… He could reach an orgasm only when he watched walruses in television…"

"I really don't want to hear that."

"Oh, I'm so sorry. I got slightly carried away since sexology is my specialisation. Did you know my master's degree was mostly about the correlation between sexuality and personality disorders?"

Shizuo shook his head while wondering how it was possible that someone could receive an academic degree for writing something so stupid. But he was polite enough not to voice his thoughts. Hoshino-sensei adjusted her celadon glasses and looked at him.

"Back to Izaya-san's case. Why don't you accept his proposal?"

Shizuo had to grit his teeth and count to ten before answering her. Otherwise he would have to break his promise and vent his anger on the innocent desk.

"I don't want to be accused of rape."

"I guess, you're right. Izaya-san is rather capable of doing something like that. I probably should not speak ill of my patients, but he has an awful personality."

Shizuo sighed heavily. This situation seemed hopeless.

"What I'm supposed to do…"

Hoshino-sensei smiled to him again. Shizuo would have never thought that someone's smile might disturb him to such a degree.

"Oh, it's simple. Before you'll agree, you'll have to gather all the evidence you can get to prove that it was Izaya-san who initiated this. I suggest recording your conversations. Then if the worst comes to the worst, you'll just use it against him. Also keep in mind that even if Izaya-san is a masochist, anal sex without preparation has rather unpleasant consequences. But lube is not the only thing you should buy. Please don't forget about condoms. Hatesex or not, safety should always have a top priority.

Shizuo stared at her in complete disbelief. He didn't even know what to say, he was completely dumbstruck. She made him revise his opinion about the meaning of the word freak. Even Shinra, with his constant rants about love for Celty, seemed normal when compared to Hoshino-sensei. Finally Shizuo was able to get himself together and spoke:

"I need to think it over."

"Very well then. Thank you very much for not throwing my desk out, Shizuo-san. And have a nice day."