Requested by yandairy
Heiwajima Shizuo, the strongest and most feared man in Ikebukuro, had fallen asleep after an exhaustive day of baking.
Izaya walked into the penthouse apartment he shared as his home with Shizuo, immediately overwhelmed by the warm waft. It was sweet and probably comforting to most people, but Izaya’s nose just wrinkled and immediately went to open the windows.
Plates and plates of cookies and muffins were stacked on the counters, every single bowl and piece of china in the sink. He saw batter still sticking stubbornly to the surfaces and Izaya stared, wondering why Shizuo didn’t just stick them in the dishwasher.
…That’s right. I don’t think Shizu-chan knows how to use it…
“Looks like take-out…”
Shaking his head, Izaya pulled out a menu and placed his order before going over to the couch, crouching in front of Shizuo. Izaya peered at him; a hand raised to brush his blond bangs out of his face, head tilting and smirking slightly. Shizuo’s breathing was quiet, but he was sound asleep. Izaya waited a few more seconds before poking his cheek, murmuring ‘Shizu-chan’ over and over again, acting like a sort of annoying human alarm clock.
Work hadn’t been busy for Shizuo in the past few days, so he’d had the days off, stayed home and watched television, slept for the most part. Izaya came in and out, but today was one of the days he’d had to spend an extended period of time outdoors, made sure to tell Namie to not go to the office. Unless she wanted to entertain Shizuo.
She stayed home.
“Shizu-chan, why did you bake so much?” Izaya asked immediately.
Shizuo’s eyes took a moment to open fully and he stared at him, frowning, looking concerned in a sleepy way.
“The cows… are in trouble…”
And that was when Izaya learned Shizuo was a stress baker.