This is for blackwingsgrreneyes who had asked for something evil or sinister. Sorry for getting this out late and failing at it. And the only thing that came to mind is a notsoboss!kado trolling Izaya. Anyways, enjoy!~

Mikado had tried. He tried to write a two-page essay for homework and he failed. He had only managed to write two lines, before the other snatched away his beloved ball point pen away from him.

He rolled his eyes and produced another pen from God-knows-where. That was snatched away too. Why did he choose this place again? Right, he locked himself out of his own apartment and came to get the spare keys from Izaya. Somehow, he ended up doing homework.

"Izaya, we can do this all day," Mikado voiced out exasperatedly; his voice low, sounding bored with the informant's antics. "But if you don't stop bothering me, I'm never going to finish my homework peacefully, if, at all. Stop. It."

The other occupant of the living room hummed, seeming to be in wonder when he inspected the pen from every angle. "You know, it's useless to try and ask the impossible of me, Mikado. Really, you should have known better. A bored Orihara Izaya is an irritating Orihara Izaya."

A smirk painted itself on Izaya's face.

"To which you have proven your point. Now please leave me alone and let me finish my essay," countered Mikado. Again, he took out another pen and attempted to write another line. The dark-haired teen cheered inwardly when Izaya didn't take that pen too. His hand moved smoothly across the paper, already going into the third paragraph of his homework.

Seeing as Mikado had completely ignored him, Izaya moved closer until their knees bumped awkwardly together, and laid his head on the small coffee table Mikado was using. He pouted. "Even if you tell me to leave you alone, this is my apartment. You can't order me around. But forget about that. Where in the world did all of these pens come from? There are tons on your person!"

Mikado eyed the 7 stolen pens that were rolled towards him, the pens clacking against each other, and answered in a non-committed way without stopping his writing. "They came from the same dimension as your endless supply of switchblades and Ikebukuro's endless supply of street signs…"

"Ha!" Izaya barked out a laugh. He rested his head in his right palm, mirth swimming in his eyes. "Touché."

"I'm staying here tonight, it's getting late. Got a change of clothes?" asked Mikado as he popped the joints of his fingers and stood up, walking upstairs towards the bathroom, fully intending to take a warm bath before turning in.

He watched as Izaya deliberately pretended to think of an answer. Mikado dead-panned. "Izaya, change of clothes. Do you have it?"

"Sure. But I'm wearing my last pair of shorts. If you want, I even have your clean boxers in the bottom drawer," teased Izaya.

Mikado faced another way as he climbed the stairs and replied, "Don't bother. Too hot for those tonight. Your oversized sweater will do just fine."

As he opened the door to the bathroom, Mikado smiled a little. He quite enjoyed how Izaya's hand slipped from his answer and banged his head on the table from shock.

Izaya – 7032493, Mikado – 47.

A/N : A somewhat continuing timeline from previous chapter. Until next time! :D