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Stolen

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Published: Nov 15, 2015

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_{Izaya Orihara x Fem!Reader
(Durarara!! | School!AU)
Warning: I'd probably rate this teen...?}

_{"S-Shizuo!"

A breathless girl stumbled up to the tall, blond-haired male, hair frazzled like she'd run a mile. She paused for a moment, panting and propping herself up on a nearby wall to provide support to her shaking legs. But within a second, she straightened again, [color] eyes shining with panic. Desperately, she clutched the front of the boy's uniform—which for some reason had a bartender's vest over the standard white-collared shirt.

"You have like, a sixth sense for Izaya, right?!"

Immediately, the boy stiffened and a maddened glint shone in his eyes.

"The flea?" Shizuo's eyes narrowed in fury, "What's he done this time? Did he break the vending machine again? I'm going to kill him!"

"...Shizuo you're the one who always breaks the vending machines."

"Oh. Huh. You're right."

[Name] gaped at him for a moment. Then, she shook her head frantically, clutching at the tangled strands in frustration. "Shizuo, focus! Where is Izaya?!"

Shizuo made a humming noise, tilting his head slightly as his face scrunched up in concentration. "I vaguely remember him heading towards the library," he mused slowly, "I couldn't follow him because the librarian refused to let me go in since I accidentally broke a bookshelf the last time I went. But honestly, that wasn't even my fault! It was that stupid flea's—"

"Thank you thank you thank you!" [Name] interrupted, throwing her arms around him in a brief hug before releasing the confused boy. Immediately, she raced off in the direction of the school library, not even stopping when she nearly barreled into poor Shinra, who had a good 15 textbooks stacked one on top of the other in his arms. However, she did manage to squeak out a hasty 'sorry' over her shoulder as tower of books crashed to the ground. Normally, she'd stop and help—

—but right now, she was on a mission.

[Name] skid around the corner of the school corridor, not caring if her skirt briefly flew up to flash gaping onlookers a glimpse of her anime print panties. A triumphant cry escaped her throat as her eyes focused on the doors to the library. She burst through the doors, ignoring the librarian's sharp glare and marching up to the counter.

"Excuse me, sensei," [Name]'s voice was frigidly polite, an undercurrent of fury lacing the edges, "have you seen a boy about this tall," [Name] raised an arm and made a slicing motion her hand well above her head, "with black hair and a stupid grin on his face?"

The librarian raised an eyebrow at the demand, clearly ready to tell the girl off for her rudeness when suddenly a thoughtful expression came over her face. "Actually, I believe I did. He was carrying a very... feminine book in his hand too—do young men usually carry around notebooks with flower print on them?"

A strangled noise caught in [Name]'s throat, and the thinly-veiled panic in her eyes multiplied exponentially. "Do you know where he is?" she pleaded, a desperate tinge leaking into her otherwise controlled voice.

"I think I saw him head towards the far study area." Suddenly, the librarian's eyes narrowed dangerously. "If I catch you and your boyfriend doing anything that would desecrate this haven of books—"

"No, no," [Name] hastily reassured, shaking her head frantically as a dark blush rose painted her cheeks, "It's not like that! He's not my boyfriend!"

The librarian didn't look any less skeptical, but she said nothing more so [Name] quickly dashed towards the back of the library. Her feet thudded harshly against the floor as she stormed through the columns and columns of books, eyes flashing dangerously as she searched for a certain dark-haired male who had stolen her diary journal earlier that day. She'd been happily eating her homemade bento with Celty when, Izaya had walked over, plucked the notebook from her bag, and strolled away. In the brief second it'd taken for the event to sink into her mind, the boy was already gone.

Thus starting this grand game of hide and seek—which [Name] was currently losing, it seemed.

Finally, she managed to find the boy in the farthest corner of the library, clearly having the time of his life as he casually flipped through the pages of a flowery, blue journal, absently chewing on a wad of bright pink bubble gum.

[Name] really, really wanted to wipe that stupidly amused smirk from his lips. With her fist.

Furious, she marched up to the boy, who was currently sitting with his feet propped up on the reading table and school tie loosened and skewed. Had she not been so furious, [Name] would have blushed at his disheveled appearance. After all it did look like he'd just—

—wait a second. This wasn't the time nor place for those types of thoughts!

"Izaya..." her voice was a low growl.

Izaya lifted his head to smile mischievously at her. "Why hello there, [Name]-chan." His voice was a low croon, and [Name] really, really wanted to strangle him. "How can I help you, my dear? Are you looking for something?"

"You know what I'm looking for!" [Name] screeched, lunging towards the small blue book in his hand.

To her frustration, the boy simply held it out of her reach, clearly taking pleasure in her desperation to retrieve her beloved diary journal.

"Keep your voice down," he chided lightly, a smirk tugging at his lips, "we are in a library, after all." Grasping the girl tightly by the waist with one hand in order to keep her squirming form away from the book, he flipped to the next page with the other, and the smirk grew in size as he skimmed through the contents of the page.

[Name] felt like her face might burn off—whether from anger or embarrassment, she couldn't tell. Why was he doing this to her?! There was no reason for the boy to even notice her, yet he'd always manage to find a way to torment her, almost outright bully her. She'd lost count of the number of times he'd stolen her bento boxes, her notes, even her backpack on occasion!

But stealing her diary journ—oh who was she kidding. it was a diary.—diary?! This one took the cake!

"My, my [Name]-chan. I had no idea your love for anime characters extended to your more... personal wardrobe!"

An enraged shriek escaped her throat and [Name] once again lunged for the book. However, the force of her lunge knocked the pair off balance, and both of them toppled off of the chair and onto the library floor with loud thud. Izaya let out a low grunt as the girl landed on top of his chest, legs splayed to either side of his torso so that she was straddling his waist in a very, very compromising position. Instinctively, he curled so that he shielded the smaller girl from most of the impact, sitting up slightly so that the girl wasn't completely crushing him.

So focused on retrieving her diary, it didn't even occur to [Name] how inappropriate their position would look to any onlooker, but fortunately—or unfortunately, depending on how you looked at it—their section of the library was completely deserted.

"Give. It. Back!"

With each emphasized word, [Name] stretched farther for the book, unknowingly pressing her chest closer and closer to his, their faces so close to each other their noses were practically touching.

Had she cared to look, she was close enough to count the individual lashes framing Izaya's deviously glinting eyes.

With a smirk tugging at his lips, he closed the remaining distance between their lips, swallowing [Name]'s squeak of surprise greedily. As the girl attempted to pull away, he slid an arm around her waist, holding her firmly in place with nowhere to run.

Unsure what to do, [Name] just stayed there, frozen, but she could feel the heat radiating from her cheeks. She was certain Izaya could feel it, too.

She didn't know how long the two of them stayed there, but eventually she pulled away from the incredibly smug boy, jumping away from him like she'd been burned. She snatched up her diary from Izaya's yielding fingers, clutching it to her chest as if to reassure herself it was in her hands—not his. "D-Don't steal my diary again!" she warned firmly, but Izaya didn't miss the small waver of her voice or the pink dusting across her cheeks.

With that, the blushing girl dashed away, leaving the smirking boy still on the ground.

Izaya licked his lips—he could still taste her [favorite flavor] chapstick—and grinned to himself. Casually, he picked himself up, dusting off his uniform and straightening his tie. He slipped a stick of gum from a pack in his pocket, popping it into his mouth.

"She stole my gum," he mused absently to no one, a mischievous sparkle shining in his eyes, "maybe I should steal her diary again..."

...and maybe steal another kiss while he was at it.}