Title: Entry # 53

Rating: T+

Couple: Teacher!Shizuo X Student!Izaya / AU

Prompt: Journal

Words: 1,503

I Do Not Own Durarara!

Shizuo walked into his classroom. It had finally been cleaned of all the disgusting Valentine's decorations. Now it was back to normal, with its plain walls and clean floors. He walked to the big desk in front of his room and sat down quietly. Papers were shuffled and laid neatly in different stacks, different colored pens sat next to them, one already in his large hand.

All the students had gone home for the day and he had to stay at the school longer to grade stupid papers. He loved being a teacher, his job was satisfying, but he hated grading. Especially for the students that didn't even do their work. He was extra hard on them.

His hand ran through his dyed hair as he read over an essay. This idiot had no writing ability at all, and it really pissed him off. The pen glided roughly over misspelled words, fragments, and other literary mishaps. He wrote into the paper so roughly he was surprised it didn't rip. He quite reading this paper, it was stupid and poorly written. With a sign of the grade and a circle around it, Shizuo added it to the small stack of finished papers.

Brown eyes looked out the window, taking a small break from reading poorly written papers. It was getting dark, the sun setting and giving the sky an orange pink swirl. He sighed at the small stack of essays he had written and graded. So many left to do. His head dropped to the desk with a thud, making him grunt at the light amount of pain that ran through him.

Shizuo stood up, grabbed all the papers and shuffled them together. He would just have to finish this at home. He hated working at home even more than grading. He moved to push the chair back into his place when he noticed a book laying on one of his student's desk. The blonde haired man went to the desk and picked it up. The word "Journal" was at the top in cursive letters, while a small neatly printed name sat at the bottom right corner.

"Izaya. . . Dumbass," Shizuo said as he put the book in with the student's work.

The blonde was quick to get home. It was late, he was tired, and he had more work to grade. Plus he wanted to read Izaya's journal. It was wrong, but he didn't care. He just wanted to know what was written in it. So with that in mind, he ate, graded as much as he could, and laid in bed with the small book.

He opened to a random page, not caring which and began reading.

23 October 2011

Entry #53

It's been a few weeks since I finally took notice to our lit teacher. Shizuo-sensei is a good teacher, but I can't seem to pay attention in his class. I always get lost when he starts talking and I start daydreaming. I don't know why, but it's really annoying. I just daydream, and think about stories to write, but when the bell rings for school to let out, I realize that all I've thought about was him.

The way his hair falls into his brown eyes. The way he doesn't let anyone off easy. Dear Gods, and his voice. I just can't stop thinking about his voice. It's smooth and rich, and damn, it's so deep. I especially love it when he calls me in the middle of class to try and bring me back to the real world, though I can say I never pay attention and just slip back into my own thoughts.

It's really annoying. Really it is. I love all humans, so why do I pay attention to him most?

Shizuo huffed. He had never thought Izaya to be so. . . dare he say, girly? This didn't seem like the arrogant prick he taught in class. It seemed, he seemed, so different. Just to make sure it was his journal, the blonde flipped back to the cover. Yep, there in the corner was his name. Damn, so maybe he was hiding his feminine side during daylight hours, and letting it out when he could. Shizuo flipped the book open once more, again jumping to a random page.

4 November 2011

Entry # 60

Damn Shizu-chan! He caught me staring at him today. Again. I think he's finally starting to take notice to my. . . crush. . . Yea, I guess I do like him. Huh, I haven't acknowledged it till now. Wow, I feel warm and fuzzy all over. Stupid teacher. I don't want to feel all warm and fuzzy! That's how stupid little girls are supposed to feel with their boyfriends. I'm not a stupid little girl! I'm going to kill that man if I ever get the chance.

He flipped to the next entry.

10 November 2011

Entry # 61

Egh. I hate this feeling so much. It's gross and disgusting. And it's getting worse! It should be going away. I feel so sick to my stomach everytime I see him talking with another student, or when the girls go up and flirt with him. Stupid teenage girls. Trying to steal my Shizu-chan. Ugh, now I'm even thinking like those stupid twits! It's gross.

Feelings, go away! You're killing me from the inside out!

The blonde flinched as he reread the paragraph. He remembered around that time that Izaya had been missing more classes, and when he did bother to come the boy had looked really sick and ghostly. Everyone had been worried about him, including the blonde. He decided he would read one more article and then go to bed.

19 December 2011

Entry # 82

I told him my feelings today. . . And then ran away. He looked at me like I was crazy, and I didn't think I could do anything else. I feel pitiful and stupid. Of course, it was the last day before break so I won't have to hear the rejection right away. I'll make sure I'm ready for it for when school lets back in.

I hate myself so much right now. I can't believe I fell for a teacher. And my lit teacher, too. It's so cliche. Stupid heart, stupid mind, stupid fucking Shizu-chan. I hate you all. . .

Shizuo sighed and closed the journal, setting it on his nightstand. Now he felt stupid. Especially for the days during their holiday break. He had thought over it so many times, about the raven's confessions, and he felt stupid now because he really had no problems over break. His student did.

Slipping his reading glasses off, he placed them ontop of the book and turned out the light, falling asleep quickly.

In the morning he found himself eating breakfast and reading another entry from his younger lover's journal.

6 February 2012

Entry # 118

It's been four weeks since Shizu-chan and I started dating! And I'm still as happy as I first was the day he asked me out. I know the relationship is taboo, and I've said this before, but I don't care. I'm just so happy right now that it's insane. Thank you so much Shizuo for not rejecting me!

I have a week and one day to get ready for valentines day. I'm still thinking on what I should get him, but I'll continue jotting down ideas because I want it to be special.

Shizuo walked to school as fast as he could, he was running late and he had to return this to Izaya before he realized it was missing. Quickly, he walked to the school, and into his room. There he found aforementioned teenager searching frantically around his desk.

"Looking for something?"

"Shizu-chan! Yea, I can't find the book I left yesterday. . . "

The blonde held up the book. "This?"

"Yes! Thank you so much. You. . . didn't read anything did you?"

Shizuo shook his head and took a seat at his desk. "Get to class, Orihara, or you'll be late."

Izaya kissed the teacher lightly on the lips as he thanked him and ran off.

"Idiot. Of course I read some of it. It was about you, after all."

Sorry this one is so long! It flowed out of me. Hope you enjoy, keep reviewing, and keep giving me One Word Prompts! Thanks guys!