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It started out as a normal day in Ikebukuro, the sun was shining, pedestrians going about their daily lives, and of course vending machines being thrown around like nothing.
“Aw is that all you got Shizu-chan?” Izaya Orihara said smugly to the 6ft giant chasing him. The man in question only growled, people guess he’s too furious to even speak anymore. A truly normal day indeed. The infamous rivalry between the information broker and monster of Ikebukuro has turned into a normal part of day to day life for not only them, but the citizens as well: Feels like every day the two are chasing each other down the street causing chaos and breaking traffic signs.
Speaking of, Izaya notices that 1: Shizuo is gaining up on him, and 2: he is also running out of running space so he decides to climb up a lamp post in a last ditch effort to not get his ass beat.
Shizuo halts to a stop and glares up at the coward of a man crouching on top of a lamp post because, let’s face it Izaya couldn’t beat him in a fight if he tried. No one can really blame him for trying to postpone the inevitable.
“You truly are fun to play with Shizu-chan I appreciate this game of tag!” The way Izaya so calmly talks to the monster is something that will always shock people no matter how much they see it.
“Shut it flea.” The amount of rage in his voice would make grown men flinch, but somehow Izaya just smirks with no fear anywhere on his face. How he manages that no one will ever know.
They may hate each other but they balance each other out. Izaya is probably the only one who can truly take Shizuo’s anger, and Shizuo is the only one who can truly hurt Izaya. They’re like a yin and yang, a hateful, violent, and twisted yin and yang.
“You could say please ya know? Always so rude to me.” People can tell that Shizuo’s patience is running out, it’s a miracle he hasn’t lost it yet.
“Are you gonna come down and face me or continue sitting up their like the coward you are?” Izaya’s smirk widens as he shakes his head: “So desperate to see me huh Shizu-chan? If I didn’t know any better I’d say you’re secretly in love with me.” With their little encounters this kind of banter is expected, oddly playful in a weird way. People guess that’s where the ‘Izaya and Shizuo are secretly dating’ rumor came from, those were an interesting couple of weeks.
However unlike their usual banter where he plays along Shizuo’s face changes from anger to disgust as he spits out a few string of words that would disrupt the the two’s norm.
“Good god absolutely not.”
Izaya is seemingly taken aback by this for some reason. “..excuse me?”
Shizuo squints his eyes, equally taken aback by Izaya’s reaction as Izaya is to his.
“Excuse me what? I can barely even think about that without wanting to throw up! Even as a joke it’s disgusting.” For the first time Izaya’s facade drops, Shizuo’s reaction isn’t one he must have expected. He doesn’t say anything either just stares in confusement like he can’t comprehend someone not being attracted to him.
Someone’s yelling breaks the staring contest the two were having by grabbing Shizuo’s attention. “Shizuo there you are! Come on we’re gonna be late!” An almost calmness dawns on Shizuo’s face once he realizes who the person is. The person in question is Tom Tanaka! A chill man with a great taste in fashion, who also happens to be not only Shizuo’s coworker but his best(and only) friend ever since middle school. Shizuo sighs, takes a second to calm down before turning around.
“I have more important things to do, your ass whopping will have to wait. Until next time flea.” Shizuo makes his way over to tom as they walk off, talking about the job most likely.
Izaya just stares as they walk away, still not too sure what just happened. The Izaya Orihara, infamous information broker was rejected by Shizuo-fucking-Heiwajima arguably the dumbest person he’s ever met. It’s not like Izaya is unattractive, he’s closed so many deals just by smiling and winking once or twice so why would Shizuo be so disgusted? It’s not even like Izaya wants to fuck Shizuo but that fact that he rejected him with so much disgust (and with no hesitation too) makes Izaya want to do it just to prove that he can get any man he wants.
He shakes his head and hops down from the lamp post. He takes a deep breath then smirks, putting on his usual facade again. He turns around and walks back to his penthouse with a skip in his step.
‘We’ll see about that Heiwajima’