"Stop being so impatient!" Izaya shouted from inside the bathroom, showing a rare display of an emotion other than sadistic amusement. His hand shot forward to quickly grab the bottle of hair gel on the counter and squirt some into his hand—hey, no one was naturally this attractive! He had to give his hair that perfect, slightly-spiky quality!

"Damn fucking flea, you're going to make us both late!" Shizuo roared from the other side, hands grasping at the door in rage.

"You can leave; it's not like you make a fucking effort to look nice!" Izaya hissed, and he knew he sounded something like an angry, wet cat, but he couldn't much find it in himself to care when where is the fucking eyeliner, it was just laying right there-

With an angry howl from the other side, the bathroom door was ripped violently off of its hinges with a sickening crack, flinging splinters of wood every which way. Izaya screamed and dropped the eyeliner he had just found, turning to stare in absolute shock and fury at the angry Shizuo standing before him.

"I am going to throw a fucking fridge at you if you don't move the fuck over!" Shizuo snarled, his voice dripping venom and rage. Izaya cackled insanely, eyes alight with deranged fury and stress.

Spreading his arms out, Izaya screeched, "Oh, I'm ready for the fucking fridge, Shizu-chan!"

Shizuo looked for a moment like he was going to literally rush out and rip the fridge from the kitchen to throw at Izaya, but then he took a deep, shuddering breath, and his shoulders sagged.

"Shove over, fucking flea," Shizuo growled, stomping into the bathroom and yanking his toothbrush from it's holder as if it had done something to personally offend him. Izaya panted, looking at and tracking Shizuo with suspicion. Why had he calmed down so suddenly?

Slowly, Izaya began to put the pieces together. Ohhhh. Shizuo was still under the threat of expulsion, so he probably didn't want to fight or ruin anything else. It was a wise choice, Izaya thought grudgingly. For himself as well, because if Shizuo broke anything else in the house, Izaya knew he'd be partially blamed for it whether it was actually his fault or not. So he held his tongue, but didn't bother to make room for Shizuo at the counter until the brute forcefully shoved him over.

Izaya watched Shizuo brush his teeth and wondered vaguely how all the enamel hadn't been stripped off, what with the violent way Shizuo was brushing.

It was then, in the midst of his staring, that Izaya realized how utterly close he and Shizuo were. So close that their hips were touching even when they were both standing perfectly still, and if one of them reached to grab something-even just on their own side of the counter-they would end up pressing their arm against the arm or stomach of the other person.

Hmm. These bathrooms sure were small.

And, of course, Izaya normally wouldn't have minded this closeness-especially with Shizuo, who, if given the chance, he wouldn't have really minded getting into the pants of either. As it was, though, this was all so horribly domestic that Izaya wanted to puke. So normal, getting ready next to someone in the morning.

Cringing to himself, Izaya quickly finished getting ready—which was very awkward, because he and Shizuo practically ignored each other for the whole time—and exited the bathroom. He heard Shizuo breathe a sigh of relief, which would have amused him had he not been so frustrated by the turn out of this morning. This would be an incredibly long year.

So, as he waited for Shizuo to finish up (what was taking the bastard so long, anyways? It's not like he cared about looks!), Izaya meandered about in the kitchen, making toast. It had been a while since he had had toast. It had been a while since he had had a normal breakfast, actually.

Look at him, contemplating his breakfast habits. How truly boring.

"Shizu-chaaaan!" He called throughout the small apartment, waving his toast around absently. "If you don't stop primping soon, we're going to be even later than we already aaaaare!"

Predictably, Izaya was ignored, which made him wonder why in the world he was even waiting for Shizu-chan anyways. But, he kept waiting, and finished his toast, and in about five minutes, Shizuo was ready. Finally.

"It's your fault, flea," He grumbled when Izaya berated him for saying that he, Izaya, was the one who took too long. "If we hadn't spent time fighting, I would've been done ten fuckin minutes ago."

"Of course you would've been, Shizu-chan," Izaya said, in that annoyingly cheeky voice of his. "Except that no, you wouldn't have been."

"Shut up."

Izaya merely laughing—which annoyed Shizuo to no end—and began skipping towards the door, pulling it open and holding it for Shizuo.

"After you, Princess," Izaya said, winking at him. Shizuo passed him by and shoved him into the wall before stepping outside. Ouch. That kind of hurt.

Izaya decided to get him back, because why not? He'd shoved and pushed Izaya one too many times today without repercussions, and that was going to end now.

So, as they entered the main street that led to the main campus, Izaya made his move. He sprang forward, hands outstretched, intending to shove Shizuo down quickly and in front of everyone—

Wait, what?

Izaya registered about .2 seconds before they collided that this was not going as planned. Shizuo, sensing movement from behind him, had quickly whirled around, hands coming forward in order to stop Izaya as well. Unfortunately, however, Shizuo was too late, and he ended up basically enveloping Izaya in some kind of hug as they both went crashing down.

Seriously, how much more cliché could this get?

"Fuck—" Shizuo swore, and Izaya felt shivers prickling down his spine, because Shizuo's mouth was basically on his neck and curse the gods for giving him a sensitive neck holy fuck.

Before focusing on anything else, however, Izaya did a quick assessment of his condition. No scrapes or bruises, it seemed; Shizuo had done a very good job of cushioning his fall. He did feel a little hot, though… Could you get a fever by falling? No, of course, you couldn't how stu—

Blushing. Izaya fucking Orihara was blushing.

What a terrible beginning to the day, Izaya thought, imagining how stupid he may look right now. He was straddling Shizu-chan, though—this may be his body's normal reaction to physical contact like this after going so long without. Yes, that had to be it; Izaya paid no mind to the fact that he had never blushed when put into this situation with anyone else. His body was just starved for affection, and so it reacted to anything, even a beast such as Shizu-chan. That was all.

And then somebody wolf-whistled and shouted, "Oi! Get a room!" and Izaya could feel his face light up like a Christmas tree.

Well, Izaya reasoned, at least if he was like this, Shizuo was bound to be as well.

Suddenly, Izaya found himself being lifted up, and he let out a (MANLY) noise of surprise before being placed almost gently on the ground. Shizuo stood up, brushing his pants off, face tinged with red. Izaya scrambled up with as much dignity as he could muster and glared at everyone staring at them. They didn't understand, dammit!

"Let's keep going," Shizuo muttered, shuffling forward with his hands in his pockets. He seemed far too embarrassed to be angry with Izaya at the moment; far too intent on getting them the fuck out of the situation to throw anything in Izaya's general direction.

Izaya hurriedly followed Shizuo, his playful and somewhat evil-looking smirk gone for the moment. God, what a nightmare. Now everyone would think he and Shizuo were a thing and Izaya would have to work around that and his reputation would be ruined—

Oh, who was he kidding himself. He wasn't that upset about that. He was upset that for a moment—just a moment—he had really, really enjoyed being that close to Shizuo. And it was scaring him. He was used to saying things playfully—was used to insinuated that he'd definitely fuck Shizuo if given the chance, but… Actually doing that? Actually wanting it? Actually trying to get it?

He was Izaya Orihara. He wasn't supposed to have to deal with things like that, with serious want for anything… Much less a relationship with Shizuo Heiwajima.

Stupid, Izaya thought, smiling wryly. Please. He hated Shizuo. He'd fuck Shizuo, but he hated him. And he would never actually feel anything for the brute.

Please, Izaya repeated to himself.

Stupid idea.

A/N: I updated before the one month mark at least! Haha, sorry for the long space in between chapters, I was busy moving across the country! ...And then I just got kind of lazy. I had major writers block for a while, but I'm back now! I threw in some cliche Shizaya moments as an apology, so I hope it will suffice? Next chapter will be them going to classes together! Fun! Poor Izaya, struggling with new feelings...

But yeah. Thanks for reading!