Shizuo pondered. 'Incidentally' sounded a bit wrong to him. Perhaps he was closer to a 2, 'Predominantly heterosexual, but more than incidentally homosexual'. As to Izaya, Shizuo tagged him as a 3, 'Equally heterosexual and homosexual'. He wondered if Izaya's sex drive was connected to this encompassing aspect of his orientation. It could very well be. He decided that he would ask Izaya. In a way it was a relief that Izaya was so open to discuss such things with him, Shizuo had never been able to talk about sex with anyone, let alone be so spontaneous and comfortable at it, but at the same time it was yet another proof that Izaya saw sex as just a way of having fun.
Depressed by such reflections Shizuo found himself at Tokyo University's official site. It looked even more impressive than Shizuo thought it would. He stared in something like awe then caught sight of something.
"'Postgraduate scholarships, the University of Tokyo is proud to announce that summa cum laude recent graduate Orihara Izaya has been attributed a full scholarship to pursue further studies in the area of information computing. Unfortunately we have been unable to contact Orihara-san. If anyone knows how to contact him, please send a mail to the following address.'"
Shizuo checked the date, yesterday. He wondered whether he should tell Izaya about this. Unfortunately the answer, unlike so many things, was not online.
"Plum? Woe is me! How can this be!"
Izaya poked the purple mushy substance.
"Fruit is healthy."
"But dessert shouldn't be healthy, Shizu-chan! It should be sweet and bad for you. Dessert is the highlight of my entire existence. The meaning of life is dessert. And 42."
Shizuo nodded even though he did not understand why it had to be forty two desserts. He was troubled and questioning what to say.
"I got you some extra sugar."
"Yay!"
Izaya almost hummed as he drowned his serving of plum in a mountain of thick sugar. He preferred the refined kind but beggars could not be choosers.
"Is it better?"
"A most definite improvement. But I was hoping for tiramisu."
"The Italian sweet? We don't get that here, they never served it at least."
"That is very unfortunate but also true. I was just trying to do like those shounen heroes that merely by saying something with all conviction and believing it in the face of all common sense actually end up getting the desired result. I spent most of last night telling myself that I had faith in tiramisu. So sad, Shizu-chan. Then again I suppose I'm not cut out to be a shounen hero. Maybe the snarky villain. And probably not the main one either."
Shizuo smiled.
"I'd watch a show where you were the hero. I'm sure it wouldn't be boring."
"After Death Note I don't see why that could not happen, now that I think about it. I will take a sugar cube…and eat it! Cue to dramatic music! And my lawyer may very well be Mikami, they're about the same amount of useless."
"Heh…even I watched a few episodes of that."
"Do you know what I kept thinking during those epic 'let's act really smart and arrogant while standing on rooftops'? Tiptoeing behind them and give them a nice push! Smart people: still cannot fly."
Izaya chuckled at the mental picture.
"That would be pretty funny."
"See? My genius is going to waste. I'd rather have a special 'Appeal Note', whatever appeal you write therein goes immediately to the highest judiciary spheres and is approved on the spot!"
Izaya scooped the remaining plum juice. It was not particularly good but passable. Shizuo was silent, probably getting in touch with his Eyeore side, and Izaya was about to add some more remarks on the effects of gravity on humans, be them intellectually given or otherwise, when he was cut off.
"Did you know that you got a fully paid scholarship?"
Izaya blinked.
"You just lost me, Shizu-chan."
Shizuo handed him a sheet of paper. He had finally reached the conclusion that telling Izaya was the only option.
"I printed it out for you. From Todai's site."