Chapter 3
Posted: 11/09/2020
Status: Dropped
Author's note: If the start feels familiar, it's because I've rearranged the chapters a bit, as well as made some small changes to add some...flavor as well as to fix some typos lol
Story hasn't changed, so you're not obligated to re-read the previous chapters, but you can if you want haha
(expect more shenanigans like this to happen again because of how I am as a person)
The one surprising thing about Shizuo and Izaya was how touchy they were. Neither were known for being particularly physically affectionate, and anyone who would dare touch them outside of their family would be in big trouble.
However, together, they were joined at the hip, constantly touching each other whenever they could. It wasn’t rare to find them on the roof, Shizuo sleeping in Izaya’s lap, or Izaya sitting on Shizuo’s as he read yet another complicated book (which, Shizuo learned, was indeed written in Russian, what the fuck, his boyfriend was so smart). Even when simply walking together, it wasn’t rare to see Izaya absent mindedly clinging to Shizuo’s arm, absorbed by his phone while the blonde took care of bringing them to their planned destination. Hands were held, hugs were given, kisses were sneaked.
In other words, not only were they mushy, but they were also very casual and very public about it.
Obviously, no one dared ask them to stop, and those who did…well, they never did it a second time.
They were not very vocal about it, though, both believing that actions spoke louder than words, preferring to express their affection physically and casually rather than verbally. “I love you”s were never heard in public, and were scarce in private, but neither doubted the other’s feelings. They liked each other, they enjoyed hugging, kissing, and there was no need to prove it with words.
Heck, considering they had now been dating for weeks, they were already surprisingly… stable, for a couple of hormonal teenagers. If it weren’t for said hormones escalating some simple kisses in full-blown make out sessions, they’d be comparable to an old married couple.
It was gross.
It was wonderful.
Despite what some people may expect, Shizuo wasn’t possessive or jealous. He knew Izaya was his, and he was Izaya’s, and had no reason to doubt that.
Even when Izaya hung around entire flocks of teenage girls, buttering them up by complimenting them and listening to their problems even when he didn’t really care, Shizuo wasn’t jealous. He found it weird, sure, not really understanding the point of needing to gain “followers”, as Izaya called them, but so long as he didn’t hurt them, then it wasn’t Shizuo’s business, he decided.
Izaya got numerous confessions, from female and male students alike, but even then Shizuo wasn’t jealous, because he knew Izaya would always decline them.
And when Izaya was doing who-knows-what and was unreachable? Yeah, he was worried, but not about cheating. He had a vague idea of the places Izaya liked to frequent to build his information network, and he definitely was not a fan of them.
So yeah, Shizuo wasn’t jealous nor possessive.
Izaya, on the other hand, was another story altogether.
People liked to treat Shizuo like he was some kind of dumb beast, but while he agreed that he needed to work on his temper issues, among other things, he wasn’t dumb. He was very aware of other people’s feelings, no matter how well-hidden.
He felt how Izaya’s hand tightened oh-so-slightly around his whenever someone who wasn’t any of their mutual friends got a bit too close to him. He saw his body tense and his eyes sharpen when someone was a bit too friendly. He knew the first confession letter he ever got in his locker disappeared mysteriously before he could open it, could feel the piercing gaze whenever he went to meet and refuse the few students brave enough to confess to the one with the reputation of being a monster.
He knew Izaya wasn’t exactly jealous, so much as insecure, and Shizuo also knew simply telling him he wouldn’t throw him away for someone else wasn’t enough, because, as said before, they both believed actions spoke louder than words. Particularly for Izaya, who didn’t seem to believe people were even capable of being honest; and that was a whole another can of worms to open, because what kinda environment did Izaya grow up in to not be able to trust anyone’s words, not even his own?
But Shizuo realized that, and while he may not know the hows and whys, he did what he could to make Izaya feel appreciated, loved.