It took a moment for Shizuo to remember where he was. When the light streaming in from the large window woke him, he almost panicked. But memories from last night slowly seeped into his memory.
Groaning as he got up, he coughed a bit and dragged a hand over his face. He yawned and blinked back the sleepiness from his eyes and looked around.
Izaya wasn't downstairs yet, so he assumed that he was still sleeping. He pulled himself off the couch and stretched, feeling a bit tight in the slightly small clothes. The shirt fit fine, but the pants were a bit short. He didn't mind all too much.
He grabbed his pile of clothes and bundled them under his arm, walking up the stairs to go to the bathroom to change. He'd just leave the pajamas in the hamper. That is, if he could find the hamper.
As he climbed the last step and turned the corner, he heard the shower turn on. From the sound of the water, it sounded like something was blocking the flow. Assuming that Izaya was already in the shower and wouldn't come out for any reason, Shizuo walked past to go into the flea's room. He closed the door behind him, and stood there for a moment. He felt a bit awkward. Going into Izaya's room to change. He felt like he was being watched, although he knew he was the only one in the room.
Shaking his head a bit, he shook out any ridiculous thoughts and changed out of his clothes and left them in a pile next to the laundry hamper that was in the corner. Once he was fully changed again, although in the clothes he wore the previous day, he felt better.
His stomach growled a bit, and he decided that he would make breakfast for himself and Izaya. After all, he still hadn't really repaid Izaya for all the help. The flea really didn't have a reason to help him out, yet he was doing it regardless. So the least he could do was make breakfast.
He left Izaya's room, heading toward the kitchen. He wondered what type of stuff he could make. If he had eggs and bread, he could make them breakfast. But it was pretty late in the morning already. It was almost eleven.
"Nng…."
Shizuo blinked and paused, glancing toward the bathroom. "What the hell?" He stepped a bit closer, leaning in. what the fuck was the louse doing in th-
"Hgnn…Sh..Shizu-chan…"
His eyes widened and he reeled back, mouth a gape with shock. "What?" He gasped, covering his mouth instantly to keep quiet. Did he…did he seriously just hear what he thought he heard? Was Izaya really…?
"Mmnn…ahh…"
Shizuo felt his throat close up and his face flush red as the sounds echoed in his head. Yeah, there was no doubt in his mind. Izaya was really jacking off to…
Oh God.
Shizuo shook his head and turned, rushing down the stairs to get away from the sounds that were starting to go straight to his groin. He distantly heard the cries of Izaya finishing off, and thought he heard a muffled version of his name.
His face burned a deep red as he covered his nose and mouth. Of all the people to do that…to think of him. What the hell caused this? What did he do? Was the flea really starting to…to like him? He shivered a bit - although he wasn't sure from what - and stormed into the kitchen. He nearly ripped off the refrigerator door in his haste and had to force himself to calm down.
"Ok. Calm down Shizuo. Really, this isn't…too bad." he whispered to himself, looking for food in the fridge to distract himself. "It's just Izaya…dammit, that's what makes it so awkward!" He slammed his forehead against the freezer and coughed a bit, groaning.
There was no way he could possibly face the flea now, after knowing what had just happened. But…he couldn't just leave, could he? No. No of course not. If he just left, the louse would know he had heard. No, Izaya could never find out.
He lifted his head away and felt his stomach sink again; he had left a dent on the freezer door. Damn, how was he gonna explain that?
He heard the shower turn off and jumped in surprise. Shit! He's coming!
Shizuo quickly pulled out eggs, cheese and various vegetables he found in the crisper drawers. Focus on cooking. Just act normal. Just pretend nothing happened. And wipe that damn blush off your face!
Without wasting anymore time trying to calm himself down, he turned on the stove top to a medium setting and threw on a skillet. Skillfully, he cracked the eggs on the side of the pan and poured in the eggs - not even a single piece of the shell breaking apart.
Izaya would be coming down any minute now. He had to focus, and not let his uneasiness show. He heard the door open over the sizzling of the eggs, and prepared himself for whatever Izaya threw at him.