((There's something about Izaya being worried that just... adfsh))

Worries

He was getting out of the train when his phone rang, he was going to visit his favorite human, they hadn't been able to see each other for a while now so the informant decided to pay him a surprise visit, he answered because if it was something related with work he would prefer to solve it now that he wasn't with the blue-eyed boy, he was happily wondering how the other would react to his visit, but what the person on the other end told him destroyed his good mood, the call was from the hospital, and they called because they were asked to by one of the persons who had visited the boy, he didn't ask who, his mind could only form one thought: 'No, this can't happen'; he almost dropped the phone out of shock but managed to control himself, he asked about the hospital and then run, he run because he needed to see him, needed to know what happened

When he got to the hospital the boy was awake, covered in bandages but awake, he felt somehow a bit better knowing this, the other looked a bit surprised at seeing him, the boy seemed kind of happy, which made the informant smile a little

He asked what happened and the boy explained it to him, while listening he felt both anger and guilt, anger because it had been no accident, and guilt because he should have been there, should have known something like this would happen, he suddenly felt something warm and looked at his hand to see the other holding it, he held the other hand as well before looking at the boy in the eye, Mikado was worried and he couldn't help but smile, the boy had learned how to read him and he couldn't find the will to care

They stayed like that for a while, just holding hands silently, then they started talking about other things, meaningless things, but it made them feel at ease somehow. Once out of the hospital Izaya started planning how to get those bastards back, countless of scenarios appeared in his head until he chose one fitting, after all, nobody got away with hurting his dear boy