IzayaxReader

  Just any other day in Ikebukuro, the city was bustling and people walked around as if nothing were off. Both you and your friend walked down the street in traditional kimonos, headed towards a cultural festival in the city.

  Currently, your friend was droning on about the dos and don'ts of the city. "If you see a blond man in a bartender's suit wearing glasses, don't, I repeat don't piss him off!"

  "I got it, I got it!" You groaned. This was your first time in the city, visiting your friend who had just recently moved over. "Stay away from the guy..."

  "This is a dangerous city ___________..." She sighed, stopping at a crosswalk. You could see the festivities from where you stood, excitement finally rushing through you. "I know you like adventure but I think what you're looking for is going too far."

  "Oh shush you." You muttered as you crossed the street with her. You were barely halfway across when someone jumped over a car, rushing right in front of you with speed. You could only see that he had dark hair and eyes and wore a black coat.

  On the other hand, your friend grabbed your arm and pulled your back right as a street sign was tossed where you stood before. "Izaya! Get back here!" The man that your friend warned you not even a minute ago to stay away from appeared, chasing the man that just ran by you.

  "They're at it again..." Your friend sighed, walking on. "Come on, I don't want to get caught in their crossfire. You only make that mistake once..."

  Not even questioning, you followed her along. For awhile, you and her went around the festival, playing games and eating some delicious snacks. At one point, your friend needed to use the bathroom and left you standing once more. 

  "You're the girl I passed earlier, aren't you?" Snapping your head to the right, you saw the guy from earlier, his hands inside his jacket pockets. "Haven't seen you in 'Bukuro. You new here or something?"

  "I'm visiting a friend." You stated plainly, narrowing your eyes with a playful grin. "What exactly are you? Running away from the bartender police or something? Set his bar on fire?"

  "You know kid, you've got spunk. And if their's something I like in you humans, it's spunk." He grinned, pulling a hand out of his pocket and offering to meet you halfway. "Name's Izaya. Izaya Orihara."

  Smiling, you gripped his hand,"__________ ____________. Nice to meet you."

  "Izayaaa!" A voice snapped you back into reality. Guess who had returned?

  "Shizu-chan. How nice of you to drop in." Izaya's voice played innocently, releasing his hand from yours. "It was nice meeting you kitten. Hopefully the circumstances will be different next time."

  Before you could process anything, he pulled you forward, giving you a kiss on the lips before sprinting off. "Don't you run off on me you filthy little flea!" Shizuo brushed past you, making you topped over to the side slightly.

  You just stood there in shock. That was your first kiss. Ever. Brushing your fingers against your warm lips, you felt a blush trickle up. "_________! I saw a few booths were destroyed!" Your friend exclaimed, running up to you. "What happened!?"

  "I-I don't...I don't know..." You murmured softly, shaking your head. "I guess there must've been an accident or something..."

  "Whatever. Common! I found the fish catching booth!"

  Grabbing your wrist, she dragged your unresponsive body around the festival for the rest of the day.