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I've known Izaya Orihara since Junior High, but sometimes when we talk… it's like he's known me forever. He knows things that I've never shared or even talked about.
Somehow, him knowing makes me feel more at ease. I breathe easier and the choking weight of guilt lifts for a while.
But, Izaya's not sentimental and he never passes up an opportunity. He grins as he causes chaos around him and it somehow seems to excite him.
More than I ever can.
Sometimes I manage to get things right though. Sometimes I don't screw it all up and manage to make him disappear for weeks at a time. Sometimes I get home with red marks on my neck that's not caused by one of my many fights with the trash in this city.
So I smile when I pull back and he's breathless, he's got a scarlet tinge to his cheeks and a victorious grin on his face.
I should've known. He wanted this. His hand lingers just a tad too long on my tie and it lets me know…
He wanted me too.
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