Of course, there is his running gag of trying to flirt with women. But 1°) it’s treated, even in gags, as a negative trait and he is constantly called out on that (Kasumi, Masato and Guregguru acted as his tsukkomi every time to make him stop); 2°) excluding the beginning of the first series, Takeshi never does that to young girls, only women his age or older, 3°) Takeshi has priorities and will take care of Pokémon first instead of trying to flirt if the Pokémon need attention and care.
AND TAKESHI IS SO MUCH MORE THAN THAT.
Takeshi is used to taking care of his family; and he is not only an “older brother”. He is basically the most responsible person out of his family, because his parents are… y’know. At least, they’re in love and still together. But they’re pretty much really really irresponsible.
It was Mikado’s first sleepover since middle school. She’d gone to quite a few back then, staying up all night, playing games, dancing to music, and eating a bunch of food, but now that she was older, she got the feeling things would be a bit different.
She was going over to her friend’s place. Mikado had just met her last school year, and the two had become quick friends, spending almost all of their time in school together. Whether it be studying or hanging out, they always seemed to get along well, so when Kim asked Mikado if she wanted to come over, Mikado was delighted to say yes. It wasn’t as if her parents could tell her no..
Mikado knocked on Kim’s door, all the things she’d need for the night in her bag. She didn’t bring a sleeping bag, assuming that if worst came to worst they could share a bed or Mikado could sleep on the couch.“Kim, I’m here~!!”
Disclaimer: This is a fan-made translation from Chinese translations! Please go easy and enlighten us on any mistakes or deviations from the original light novel. All credit goes to the original author and illustrators. - Hyaka and Kuro Shion
The helicopter crash landed among the mountains of Kyoto, descending the mountain took a few hours.
Guren and his team stopped once to rest. Toilet break. Perhaps if they continue descending the mountain like this, a convenient store could be located somewhere near. But they did not enter.
Approximately two months ghosted by. During those two months, Izaya gradually healed, his leg getting back to normal and finally getting off those damned crutches, which he quickly got annoyed with the first few weeks he had them.
He had not traveled to Ikebukuro during those two months, instead worked out of his apartment and basically laid low. He could not let his many enemies find him in such a wounded and vulnerable state. Oddly enough, Miro, another information broker hung around. They got to know each other better and Izaya found that he didn’t mind the other broker hanging around so often. He even helped him work.
Their relationship changed from being simply business related to that of almost friends…..and on one particular night, their relationship skyrocketed to that of lovers, but only because of the large sum of wine they had consumed before hand. They didn’t ever go passed making out though, since both had passed out while attempting to go further. The morning after, the two had been sprawled across Izaya’s couch and when they had both awoke, they laughed it off and Miro cursed, jokingly saying he had “missed his one and only chance to sleep with Izaya.”
Now-a-days, Miro would catch Izaya off guard and lightly kiss the informant anywhere he could, whether it be his cheek, forehead or lips. Izaya was oddly comfortable with where they were at, wherever that was. Miro seemed to be comfortable as well, so the two never questioned what their relationship was.
Winter was just around the corner, so Ikebukuro was growing colder and the skies threatened either rain or snow. The winter months made Izaya feel particularly lazy, but only because during the winter months, people stayed inside more often, therefore there wasn’t much excitement brewing.
So, currently, Izaya was sitting at his usual computure chair, sometimes spinning around in it as he waited for something exciting to pop up. The chat rooms were dull, people hardly logging on ever and the Dollars site had been quiet. Speaking of the Dollars, the whole incident two months ago blew by. The city talked about it for a while and then it disappeared like it never happened. Neither Izaya nor Mikado were mentioned at all.
Izaya placed his elbow on his desk and rested his hand on his cheek. He hadn’t seen the boy since that day at Russia Sushi after they got discharged from the hospital. He often thought about him, he didn’t know why, but he did and when he did…..a sullen feeling came over him, so he pushed Mikado away from his thoughts.