//Um. This is kinda what you asked for? I took it and ran with it. Also, it’s probably hella late, but I sprained my wrist and had finals at school and. Yeah. Rough couple of weeks. Haha, but this is really actually fun, so… enjoy??
Izaya opened the door, and there was
Shizuo, standing on his doorstep. If Izaya hadn’t hated him before,
the hatred would have started right then and there. It was 5:53 on a
Saturday morning, and Izaya rarely slept in but when he did it was on
Saturday mornings. And Shizuo
had ruined that.
He growled, whining slightly but it was, again, 5:53 on a Saturday
Morning and he had planned on sleeping in.
looked uncomfortable, like he’d not only sucked on a lemon but maybe
a couple slugs too. “If I had anyone else to go to, you could be
damn sure I’d be there. You’re my last option, you piece of shit, now
backed up only because he was topless in pajamas and for once, he
didn’t have a knife on him. Honestly, he’d expected Namie, not
Shizuo. As Shizuo invaded his personal space, Izaya found his nose
wrinkling. “Speaking of shit…” He muttered, “You stink really
I know.” Shizuo grumbled, shoving Izaya with a palm to the chest.
Izaya stumbled back. “That’s why I need to use your shower.”
wrong with yours?”
Izaya was not about to let Shizuo – who was probably covered in
sweat and maybe even blood or something – into his beautiful,
perfect, expensive as his soul shower.
broken!” Shizuo growled, “I have a job interview in an hour at
the building across the street, so lemme use your shower.”