Chapter 5
Posted: 13/09/2020
Status: Dropped
Author's note: Smol new chapter
Haven't abandoned this fic, I'm just updating much more casually than DLNA
Izya let himself be led towards the living room, clutching Shizuo’s hand like his life depended on it. Shizuo squeezed his hand reassuringly.
The first person Izaya saw was Kasuka (or “Heiwajima Junior”, as he liked to call the emotionless teenager), who was listlessly petting an incredibly fluffy calico cat. The teen lifted his gaze from the purring animal to stare right into Izaya’s eyes, then nodded and went back to paying attention to the cat.
“You never told me you had a cat.” Izaya accused light-heartedly.
“Never came up. Her name’s Mochi.” Shizuo shrugged.
“Of course it is,” Izaya chuckled, “I bet you were the one to name her.” He smirked at Shizuo, who blushed and was ready to retort when another voice made itself known.
“Actually, I did, but Shizuo’s sweet tooth definitely comes from my side.” A female voice joked, and Izaya whipped his head towards the origin of that voice to find a woman standing in the doorway. The resemblance with the boy standing next to him immediately stood out in Izaya’s mind. The woman looked like an older, more feminine Shizuo, down to the fierce stare and wild (albeit longer and undyed) hair.
Just from glancing at her once, did Izaya know he did not want to have this woman’s disapproval.
Her eyes quickly flitted to their joined hands, then to the slippers at Izaya’s feet, and looked back at his face with a friendly smile.
“You must be Izaya-kun then. Loverboy here spoke a lot about you.” She nodded towards her eldest son.
“Mom!” Shizuo screeched, red as a tomato, “Not another word!”
The woman only grinned in response, and Izaya quickly mirrored the expression.
“Actually, please keep going, I’m curious about what dear Shizu-chan here had to say about me.” He smirked at the flustered blonde.
“Oh, you know, he said a lot about how smart you are, and how soft your hair feels, and how your eyes look like, and I quote—” And then her mouth was covered by Shizuo’s hands to stop her from revealing more incriminating information about her son’s inner thoughts that he had a tendency to express aloud.
“Alright that’s enough!” Shizuo said nervously, and despite being prevented from speaking, the woman’s eyes crinkled with amusement.
“He also said he liked your butt.” A monotone voice piped up, revealing the biggest traitor of the family: Shizuo’s own little brother. The blonde looked at him in betrayal, then slowly sat down on the floor with his face in his hands, Mochi rubbing against him to comfort him. Kasuka offered him a bottle filled with light pink liquid as a peace offering, and Shizuo accepted it, grumbling all the while. Izaya laughed at the scene.
The woman came closer to Izaya and her eyes softened in a gentle smile.
“It’s nice to finally meet you,” she said, “You can call me Namiko.”
“Likewise, Namiko-san.” He said and bowed politely.
“My, how polite!” She laughed, “You could stand to learn a thing or two from your boyfriend, ‘Shizu-chan’.” She teased Shizuo using Izaya’s nickname, giving her son a shit-eating grin as he protested.
Oh, Izaya thought, he definitely liked this woman.