[Izaya's POV]

Alright, this is fine. We're going for a walk around town, that's all, I don't need to be fancy. Izaya kept thinking it to himself as he looked in the mirror, frowning. First of all, he'd never asked if he should dress as Kobayashi or not, in case they were seen together by one of Kasuka's fans and Kobayashi's slowly growing fan-base. He personally didn't want to, he wanted to spend a whole day as himself for once, but if Kasuka expected him to act like a girl again...

"Ugh.. This is why I never bothered with friends in the first place!" Izaya huffed to himself, debating if he should ask as he grabbed his phone. He groaned softly before sending him the text, sitting down on the end of he bed as he waited for a reply. He's the one that chose to like me in the first place. If I look a little stupid then he can't say anything!

Izaya finally got a message back, and glancing at it he let out a sigh of relief, his cheeks turning red. "Heiwajima, you don't have to try and make everything sound poetic." he mumbled, looking at the text again.

[Of course not. I fell for the real you, so don't change a thing.]

[You're getting mushy again, Heiwajima. I might throw up rainbows the moment I see you.]

[I won't mind. We have a few hours together to make me forget about it.]

When Izaya blushed deeper, he huffed and shut his phone quickly, wishing it was Kasuka in person so he could stick his tongue out at him. It was childish, yes, but it got his point across.

After he got confirmation on not needing to change, the informant went down to his living room, sitting on the couch and zoning out as he waited for a knock on his door. His thoughts never stayed in one place, just bouncing around to random topics before he glanced around the room and spotted where his lamp was still currently missing.

He wasn't mad about it being broken, it was probably the least expensive thing in the room, but the way it was broken still upset him. Shizu-chan really can't hold his temper for even 10 minutes, can he? ... But he did try his best to keep it together. We never have had good chemistry.. Izaya tried to pry his thoughts away from that, still not liking that he had to have a gauze around his neck if he didn't want to bother with putting 5 ounces of make-up over the bruises that resided there.

Getting his thoughts off of Shizuo just made them go back to Kasuka. Even after having his arm shredded and going through a panic attack, Kasuka was still more concerned about him the whole time, crying just from seeing that he'd been in pain as well. It almost hurt him to think of Kasuka crying like that. The first time it hadn't been his fault. Shizuo was to blame, and he, to a very small degree, had been the second time. But knowing that someone was crying for him just didn't settle well.

That reminds me.. Shizuo was the one to say he loved me, and those two definetly didn't talk in the week after Kasuka came crying to me the first time... When did Kasuka actually start to like me?

He was interrupted by a knock on the door and Izaya shot up instantly, remembering that he had a date to go on. Then he looked down at himself and frowned, since he had chosen to go in his usual attire. Please don't look fancy, please don't look fancy.

But Izaya didn't need to worry about it, opening the door to see Kasuka in clothes that were almost more casual than usual. The actor had on a pair of regular jeans and a white button-up shirt, covered with a black hooded-vest - probably to hide his face from paparazzi if they happened to show up.

Kasuka smiled at him through the door, hands in his pockets. "How did I know that's what you would be wearing?" he chuckled, making Izaya jab at his side with a small blush.

"It's because I look naturally fabulous in anything. And you know you miss the jacket." Izaya said with a smirk, hugging his trade-mark jacket to himself as he did. Since someone on set happened to be a Dollar, they had kept staring at him when he'd had it on, making him leave it home more often so they wouldn't ask him about it. Kasuka just smiled.

"Yeah, it is still weird seeing you without it. So, you wanna get going?" the actor asked, looking a bit nervous as he gestured down the hall.

"Of course~" And so they went.

The two traveled the streets of Ikebukuro side by side for a good while, Izaya taking the chance to do what he had promised and snickering about people he thought looked funny. Not that they were ugly, they were all his lovely humans, but some of their fashion choices were a bit... Out-dated.

"How have you not seen people like this before? You said you take walks every other day, didn't you?" Izaya asked, noticing that Kasuka looked genuinely amused and surprised at all of the humans he'd pointed out so far. Kasuka glanced at him with a small shrug.

"I do go on walks a lot, but usually I'm not around here or I'm looking at my feet or something." he explained, glancing around again to see most of the people at the moment were normal. "Guess the area I walk in isn't as lively either."

"I suppose not. I do love it here because of how unique it is. It's always changing.." the informant muttered, smirking to himself like he normally would before he noticed Kasuka staring at him. "What?"

"Nothing, you just looked really content." the ravenett replied, leaving Izaya with no way to respond other than shrugging. He looked around himself, hoping he wasn't blushing, before spotting someone and holding in laughter.

"Speaking of this place always changing, this guy needs to get the memo. He wears those suspenders and bow-tie every. Single. Day." Izaya stressed, pointing to someone on the other side of the street at the bus-stop. Kasuka glanced over at him as well, letting out a scoff as he obviously tried to not laugh as well.

"Oh my.. What about the rest of it?" "He can go from business-casual to midlife-crisis, but he never takes them off." "I think this is the first time I've felt like taking someone's wardrobe and burning it.."

The two kept joking and laughing until they reached West Gate Park, taking a moment to sit next to each other at the fountain. It was comfortably silent again until Kasuka reached over to hold his hand. It wasn't unwanted, just surprising since the whole walk there they hadn't reached for each other, just staying close enough for their arms to touch as they walked instead.

Once Izaya flinched Kasuka pulled back quickly, rubbing the back of his neck. "Sorry, you were holding my sleeve for a while so I thought.."

"Really, I was?" the informant muttered, glad it was dark outside by that time so Kasuka couldn't see him blushing. When did I do that? "Well, I didn't mean to flinch, so if you wanna try again then go ahead." Izaya added, turning his head away as he could already feel the other smiling beside him.

He waited for the other to grab his hand again and when nothing happened, he was surprised that he felt so disappointed. Just as he was about to turn his head, Kasuka's arm reached around him to the other side, grabbing his other hand instead and intertwining their fingers. The action made it so Izaya had to sit closer to him and he opened his mouth to snap at him before he was cut off. "Thanks for this Izaya, I've really had a good time tonight." That shut the informant up quickly, still not looking at him as he reluctantly leaned into his side.

"Yeah.. I'm having a good time too." he admitted, ignoring the close proximity as he took advantage of how warm the other was.

Kasuka and Izaya walked up the stairs of the ramen shop they'd planned to eat at, Izaya trying not to smirk at the faces of the people they passed to get there. "Shouldn't we get in line?" Izaya asked softly, not looking at Kasuka and just watching their still intertwined hands.

"No, we have a reservation for 8. It's 7:55, so they can't complain." Kasuka reasoned ahead of him, finally reaching the top of the stairs and guiding him inside ahead of him since it was beginning to get very cold outside.

"I thought ramen shops didn't take reservations." he muttered, glancing at the menus a waiter was carrying so he could have an idea of where they were. Mutekiya.. He didn't recognize the place from the outside but there was a line waiting all the way to another shop behind them so he assumed it was good.

"Well, any place will take reservations if you're on TV.." the actor muttered with a small shrug. Izaya thought about it for a second before nodding, thinking it made sense. He also tried to stop himself from smiling softly since he knew Kasuka didn't like throwing around that he was famous or had money at all, probably only telling them who he was so that there was no chance of Izaya getting upset about the wait.

They were quickly seated at the counter where they could see their food being made and Izaya watched with interest after they ordered, usually just ordering things to go or as delivery so he didn't have to deal with something unnecessary. Now, he couldn't stop watching the chef work, shifting back in his seat quickly when some flames came up and nearly falling off. Kasuka caught him by the arm though and kept him up, smirking for once as he helped the informant back into his seat. "Don't look at me like that.." Izaya huffed, cracking apart his chopsticks as his food was placed in front of him.

"But you looked like a kid in a candy-store. How am I not supposed to watch you?" Kasuka mused, cracking his own apart as well as he began eating. Now I know why it infuriates Shizu-chan so much when I smirk at him... Izaya ignored the thought as his stomach rumbled, he hadn't eaten since noon because he knew he'd be going somewhere with Kasuka. He started digging into his own bowl, taking a large bite and pausing suddenly as it got in his mouth, gaining Kasuka's attention. "What's wrong?"

He slurped up the rest of the noodles and ate it properly before speaking, glancing at Kasuka with a wide smile. "This tastes amazing!" he gushed, hearing the chef call out a 'thank you' from not too far away, causing them both to chuckle. "Do you want to try some?" Izaya asked a moment later, realizing they had different orders. Kasuka gave him a weird look though and he shrunk into his jacket a bit. "What?"

"I guess I forgot to tell you.. I'm a pescetarian, so I can't eat yours. It has beef in it." Kasuka explained. Izaya sat up again at that, making a small hum of recognition.

"Guess I didn't notice. Sorry about that.." the informant muttered, poking at his meal before taking a smaller bite. Kasuka nudged him before holding his hand again, making Izaya glad he was left-handed.

"Hey, don't look so down about it. You can try my order instead, if you'd like." he offered back, holding up a bit for Izaya to take.

"Don't feed me, stupid Heiwajima!" "But we're on a date, I wanna do couple stuff." "You're 'couple stuff' is more like married stuff..." "Married people are just couples who needed a firmer title. Besides, I've seen plenty of teens do it too." "Fine.. But if you make me say 'ahh~', you're getting a few more cuts in your arm."

Ahhh, Chapter 4~!

I love it... These two are going to be the death of me, but I'll definetly die happy.

This is their first official date folks, and they could not be more perfect for each other~

So I threw in a couple more of my head-cannons by accident, but I hope you like them as well.

Izaya is left-handed, at least that's what I've put together by watching the anime. Most times he's holding his flick-blade, it's in his left hand.

And Kasuka being pescetarian is just something I thought fit him. There's nothing that made me think it, it just wormed its way into my head I guess.

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