title: domestic issues pairing: shizuo/izaya wordcount: 5,566 summary: ten things changed when heiwajima shizuo lugged all his things into orihara izaya’s spacious, immaculate, minimalist apartment. for @monstrux
Ten things changed when Heiwajima Shizuo lugged all his things into Orihara
Izaya’s spacious, immaculate, minimalist apartment.
i. the decor
Izaya watched in hidden horror as Shizuo dropped a ragged, worn-out cow
plush on his couch that was worth more than the sum of all of Shizuo’s rental
payments. He regarded it cautiously and had half a mind to poke it with his
foot, just to see if anything would come crawling out of it. Shizuo didn’t seem
to notice; he went back to unpacking his things and despite the growing clutter
around him, all Izaya could focus on was that cow. “…Shizu-chan, what’s
Shizuo blinked. He straightened while holding a few paper cups and plastic
“I see that,” Izaya answered patiently. “I mean why is it on my sofa?”
“Because he’s my favorite,” Shizuo explained with a frown,
challenging Izaya’s eyebrow raise with a glare. There was a tense silence as
Izaya’s eyes dropped to stare at the stuffed animal again. It looked extremely
old and was patched up in various places, some done better than others. It was
obviously a childhood toy of Shizuo’s; based on his preference for dairy
products, Izaya supposed a cow being Shizuo’s favorite animal was more than
He didn’t like it. Everything Izaya owned was practical and when it began
showing signs of wear and tear, he’d throw it out. He didn’t like things being
dirty or scratched and Namie had once told him he spent more on chessboards
He informed her that he couldn’t just keep charred game pieces around.
She dryly instructed him to stop burning things.
However, despite Izaya’s dislike of it, he knew that it was important
Shizuo. Shizuo wasn’t a sentimental type of person and his clutter came mostly
from convenience and having to repurchase low quality items. So for this to be
kept after all these years must have meant it was something he was fond of and
He hated compromise.
“…All right,” Izaya said at last. “Just keep it on the
When Izaya had proposed they take their relationship to the next level with
Shizuo moving in, it was primarily because Shizuo’s apartment was so bare Izaya hadn’t thought his apartment
would change too much. He expected, obviously, Shizuo’s presence to be more
constant and was willing to allow for some degree of messiness. But as Shizuo
unpacked his belongings, out came old books and journals, stuffed animals and a
Shizuo didn’t have many things, and so that was why Izaya didn’t think he’d
notice Shizuo’s belongings around the apartment. But Izaya’s apartment had the
bare necessities of the bare necessities and so even Shizuo’s coaster on his
coffee table made all the difference in the world. Finally tearing his gaze
away from the coaster, Izaya noticed crumpled tissues on the other side of his
“Why are you giving me a trash can?”
“That’s a crumpled up napkin.”
“It’s a napkin from where we had our first date.”
Izaya decided to give Shizuo the benefit of the doubt and assume that the
napkin wasn’t used. Giving a slow
sigh, he nodded and set the trash can down again, deciding to go hide behind a
computer so he wouldn’t have to watch all of Shizuo’s things invading his
Heiwajima Shizuo brought with him a flurry of what seemed like old trash,
but Izaya supposed a few memories in his apartment wouldn’t be the end.
His powers didn’t come with any
instructions or any answers. It had been an accident. A mistake. And now he is
He has spent years not knowing
what he is.
All this time and he still doesn’t
even know if he’s dead or alive. Or both. Or neither.
He is still a teenager, he thinks.
With classes and chores. With nagging parents and bullies waiting for him in
the hallway between periods.
But can he really believe that
when he blasts ghosts with ectoplasmic energy built up around his hands and
destroys city blocks with the ensuing chaos?
When he flies around Amity Park,
he doesn’t need to breathe and no matter how desperately he looks for one, he
cannot find a pulse.
His rings transform him back to a
living breathing boy again, blood pumping gently, insistently, from his chest.
But if he lets the light wash over him again, he is cold and powerful, with
energy thrumming in his core.
… the other.
He doesn’t know anymore, what this
makes him. He bleeds both red and green.
He is a ghost with a curfew. A
student who can walk through walls.
Spectra asked him once what he was
and he didn’t have an answer. A ghost trying to fit in with humans? Or a creepy
little boy with creepy little powers?
Both, he had said then. Neither,
he corrected. Then, I don’t know.
He still doesn’t know. Half of one
thing and half of another but not really anything himself. Frostbite had called
him a child of two worlds, but he wonders if he belongs to either, really. If he can ever belong to one again.
It’s hard to believe it when on
one hand he is hunted down by his own parents and an overzealous ex-girlfriend,
and on the other, half of the ghosts in the Ghost Zone seemed to make it their
personal mission to escape out into the human world just to make his life a
He fights ghosts. But he is one.
He protects humans, but they hate him for it.
There are only three people in the
world who accept both of his halves, like him for… whatever it is he is.
Jazz covers for him when she can, eases
his life at home, and stops to tell him how proud she is of what he is doing. Sam
patches him up, stitching wounds in his side as she is always quick to assure
him that his powers are good and make him unique. Tucker keeps him sane, keeps
him grounded, and says not to worry because whatever Danny is, he’s still
Danny, and that’s enough.
He tries to believe that. Really,
he does. But it’s just so hard. Jazz would have a field day with the things
that went through his brain, because even now, years later, he still waffles
between both sides, staring at his hands with glowing green eyes as he tries to
understand who he is.
What he is.
He is tired and hungry, bruised
and upset. He is bleeding and he is exhausted and he cries when it gets to be
He keeps getting knocked down,
driven into the pavement. But he gets back up on his feet every time.
After he fails his math tests, he
watches movies with his friends, and stares at the stars that he will never
have a chance to study. When his parents shoot him, he escapes back to his room
and spends dinner complimenting his mom’s cooking (if it isn’t trying to eat
him) and laughs at his dad’s lame jokes.
Dash beats him up, Paulina calls
him a loser, and Valerie avoids his eyes. But he saves them all, time and time
He’s terrified of still turning
evil and destroying the world with the awful rage he knows is inside him. But
he blushes when he brushes up against Sam’s hand as they walk home.
And maybe that means that Tucker
is right. Because it just proves that there’s still some part of him that’s