Disclaimer: I don't own Durarara.
His hair. His blond dyed hair. That was the first thing that grabbed Orihara Izaya's attention in Heiwajima Shizuo. Until then, he was only surrounded by dark haired people and he himself had black hair as well. But Shizuo was different – he was someone who you could spot out immediately. Izaya suspected that it was an attempt to avoid all kinds of violent conflicts with other students or color gangs. What a shame it did not work!
"What are you staring at?" His best friend asked as they were watching the basketball match during one of their PE lessons. It was really funny. The team in which Shizu-chan played won easily. No one had the guts to fight against him.
"Just the match," Izaya answered absentmindedly, as he watched Shizu-chan's hair flying all around his head. "It is not fair that a boy has that kind of beautiful hair," he muttered under his nose.
He knew that Shizu-chan felt his gaze on him, because he turned towards him. His eyes widened for a second, then narrowed again. Their eyes were connected and Shizuo had missed the basket for the first time.
As the cruel twist of fate, Izaya sat the desk behind Shizu-chan, so the tempting was simply unbearable. He would have only reached forward and his hands would touch those mesmerizing locks. He loved everything about them – even their scent. When he had realized that, he laughed out loud. Shizu-chan was the one who could find him only from his scent, so that fact about his hair and its scent sounded somehow absurd.
"Why are you laughing?" Asked a deep voice. Izaya perked his head up. His eyes met honey colored ones which reflected annoyance. "I want to concentrate, so shut the hell up!"
Izaya almost said something offending, but they had a test in two weeks. In that situation, learning was more important than playing with Shizu-chan's nerves.
The opportunity he had been waiting for came to him that afternoon. He had forgotten one of his books in their classroom, so he had to go back for it.
As he was stepping in, he saw the blond hair immediately. Shizu-chan rested his head on his arms, sleeping like a baby. The rays of the setting sun were falling on his hair – making it shine as if it was gold.
Izaya sat down beside the table, starting to twist it around one of his fingers. An affectionate smile crawled up to his lips. Shizu-chan's hair was softer than he had imagined.
The other teen mumbled in his sleep, leaning into his touch. Izaya's hand froze for a second, then a blush appeared on his face. He knew that he longed for touching his blond hair, but the fact that Shizu-chan yearned for his touch just as much… He raised his hand up and covered his blushing face.
"Stupid Shizu-chan," he whispered to himself, then leant forward and placed a gentle kiss to those beloved locks.