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It’s just stress.
Too much work, too noisy neighbors, too annoying fleas—no, no, no, he isn’t thinking about fleas, damn it.
He’s a grown man, with adult responsibilities. Taxes, salaries, doing his job, cleaning his place, making sure that he doesn’t lose his temper too badly and end up causing trouble to Kasuka. Yeah, cleaning his place. That includes doing the laundry, and that includes making sure that the stains are—
Fuck, no, he’s not thinking about that. It’s just stress. With how much prices are going up lately, he hasn’t been able to get enough smokes, that’s all. There are more and more people who need to be beaten up because they can’t take responsibility in paying off their debts, that’s all.
It’s just stress.
He’s just irritated, he’s just annoyed, because he keeps on hearing shit about that flea, so he keeps on bracing himself for the other’s explosive reappearance into his life. He’s just stressed, not because he’s actually looking forward to seeing Izaya again. No, it’s because he keeps on bracing himself for that possibility, and it’s causing him so much stress.
Tsk, knowing that flea, he’s definitely watching this somewhere, smirking in that godawful way of his, preening about how he’s able to make Shizu-chan’s mind work on overdrive, thinking about him.
But, he really isn’t. He really isn’t thinking about him, or looking forward to seeing him, or dreaming about him.
First of all, it’d be considered a nightmare. Nothing else could be used to describe the way he’s disgusted by the mental image of a pliant Izaya, wearing nothing but his stupid furcoat, maybe even a choker with a bell on it, to alert everyone within a 10-kilometer radius of his appearance. An Izaya who’s not smirking at him, and instead calling him “Shizuo” in such a soft voice, tilting his head as if seeing him for the first time, without bias nor hatred.
That’s a nightmare, really.
It’s just stress.
There’s no reason that a grown man like him, who hates Izaya so much, would ever dream about such a situation.
It’s just stress, he asserts to himself, and tries not to flinch at the thought of closing his eyes and being welcomed by that vision of Izaya once again.
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