Summary: They met in high school, courtesy of their mutual friend Shinra. It was explosive, to say the least. Ikebukuro will forever remember this as the day the ones known as the two most dangerous men of Ikebukuro and Shinjuku met, for better and worse.
[NOV 11, 2020 - BEING REWRITTEN, THIS VERSION WON'T BE UPDATED ANYMORE]
Chapter 1
Posted: 07/09/2020
Status: Dropped
Author's note: You know the drill, unbetaed yada yada yada.
Anyway I really like the idea of them being mushy AS FUCK.
I have no plot planned for this fic, and the rating might go up to T, maybe M if I'm feeling spicy.
Updates are *shrug emoji*.
ALSO, I really like trans!Izaya so while it's not relevant in the first chapters, it'll be mentioned later on. :3c
They met in high school, courtesy of their mutual friend, Shinra. It was explosive, to say the least. Ikebukuro would forever remember this as the day the ones known as the two most dangerous men of Ikebukuro and Shinjuku met, for better and worse.
Shinra thought introducing them right after one of Shizuo’s rampages, when adrenaline was still pumping high in his body, was a wonderful idea. Izaya honestly hadn’t meant to provoke him with his clapping, he had been truly impressed by this human’s amazing strength, but Shizuo, in his rage-filled tunnel vision, took it as mockery, and the rest was history.
They went on a chase that destroyed an unholy amount of both public and private property, and the raging blonde even ended up getting ran over by a speeding truck… only to immediately get up and get back to chasing the one he would later call “the Flea” thanks to his ability to jump around so damn much, into various streets and alleyways of the city.
Now, Izaya knew his way around Ikebukuro quite well, and he’d planned to lose Shizuo and get his injuries treated at Shinra’s because the beast had managed to graze him with an uprooted street sign, and he’d rather be safe than sorry, you never know what diseases he could catch from the rusted metal of the sign.
Unfortunately, he learned that day that Shizuo was nothing if not unpredictable and extremely persistent, and managed to keep up with him the whole time and finally corner him in a dead end. He threw Izaya against the dirty brick wall of the alley they were in and kept him pinned there with a hand on his chest and the other holding his hands over him (and thus, keeping the knife that ruined his uniform away from Shizuo himself).
They looked at each other silently, the only sound their ragged breathing, intense gazes filled with pure adrenaline.
…Then teenage hormones did the rest of the work. The next thing they knew, Shizuo’s lips were crashing against Izaya’s in a violent, messy kiss. It tasted of blood, was inexperienced, awkward, and honestly awful all around.
It was awesome.
They never ended up going to Shinra’s, either of them, instead opting to make out for the rest of the evening, then parting and going home when the sun set. The hundreds of unread messages on his phone the only thing reminding Izaya that, ah yes, they did ditch Shinra to chase each other and later make out in some dirty alley. Whoops.
The next morning was… more awkward than expected. The boys had met each other at the school gate and paused; not knowing how to act around the other. Should they ignore each other? Greet each other? In a friendly way? In a provocative way? No doubt, if the blush on Shizuo’s face (and his own, Izaya guessed from the heat on his cheeks) was any indication, images of their little make-out session were playing back in full HD glory in both their heads.
They didn’t get to ponder on it very long, because they were both accosted by a mildly angry Shinra (which, for him, was a lot, whoops again) who bombarded them with questions like “Where were you guys yesterday?” “There’s no way you weren’t hurt, why didn’t you come see me?” “Why didn’t you answer my mails?” “Why didn’t you at least tell me you were alive?”.
They both tuned out Shinra, looked at each other, and proceeded to ignore him and get inside the school side by side, earning a few wary and perplexed glances from the other students because “Weren’t those two at each other’s throats yesterday?”.
They said nothing, but Izaya’s satisfied smirk, and Shizuo’s embarrassed expression were telling enough.