Disclaimer: I do not own Durarara!

Rating: M

Note: Shizaya set in University life! Due to different environment, there will be a slight OOC-ish in this story. Overall, happy reading!

"There! Finished," I sigh out loud in a content voice, letting go of the books that I've symmetrically arranged on top of each other on the desk.

I look behind, happy that my part of a shared room has finally been organized and there is no more sign of procastination waiting for me as I stare at the opened empty boxes at the corner of the floor.

Really, it has been a week since I've move into a dorm in the college that I'm currently attending, Raira University, and there were still many boxes left unpacked. The busy first week of classes didn't help my lazy self to tidy up the place either, and just seeing the flood mess of boxes left me with frustration to continue my chores, so I left them there lying unceremoniously on the floor.

Today, however, is Saturday, which means there is no classes to attend, which means I can finally tidy up before my roommate gets pissed off (which he hasn't, surprisingly), which means I don't have to prolong this laziness any longer.

Although, that didn't motivate me enough to do it. In fact, the one thing that made me feel like "Okay, time to clean up my shit once and for all!" is when I woke up this morning to me knocking over one of my boxes and slammed my face first on the concrete floor. Let's just say I had to go to the washroom to rinse off the blood streaming out of my nose, and my roommate was laughing like a retarded seal looking at my stupidity. It wasn't fun. Not at all.

"Wow, I can finally see the floor!" I hear my roommate sarcastically says, getting out from the washroom as he also stares at the condition of the room.

I look at him with a sneer. "Gee, thanks, Kadota."

Meet the retarded seal, Kadota Kyōhei, my roommate who majors in something-something-ship. He says it in English the first time we met and the words were so jumbled up that I didn't want to process any of it. He studies something, okay! That's enough for me.

"Going out again?" I ask as I stare at him getting dress, wearing a black beanie and dark-green jacket.

"Yeah. See you tonight." He just mumbles, exiting through the door just as fast as he got dressed.

He always does that, going out as soon as he has free time. The guy is never here except during late at night, just so he could have a place to sleep. I asked him who was he always hanging out with on the third day, he surprisingly smiled and chuckled, saying "just these two otakus and a van-fetish guy".

I just raised my eyebrow at the time, but didn't press further. If he is happy with his weirdo friends, who am I, a stranger, to stop him? Besides, he's an okay guy once you get to know him. I like him.

KRUUU~~

I can hear my stomach growling loudly, and I wince at the fact that I didn't have anything to eat, except for a glass of milk for charged-up energy, and I've been cleaning my mess since this morning so my stomach is basically empty. I quickly grab my coat lying somewhere on the bed when I can no longer contain the roar of torturous hunger and decides to throw away the emptied boxes some time later, and get out.

My feet walk hastily fast towards the one room of my childhood friend, Kishitani Shinra, who coincidently attends the same university as me. Having lunch with him has become a norm while we are here, although he loves to talk and ramble nonstop, which makes my fist often tightens with desire of glueing it to his face. There was this one time where he talked about dead chickens and how to dissect them with detailed explanations, removing their liver, lungs, all that shit, all the while I was eating KFC. Just... why?

My voice sigh in contentment as my eyes spot the far end of the room on my left, it reads: Room A215. I didn't think any further and just turns the knob over. It surprisingly unlocks and I brim at the thought of me getting closer to my food, swinging open the door.

"Oi! Get up! I'm starving as f-" I abruptly stop producing sound as my mouth is wide open staring at a person's back in front of me.

Fact one: This is not Shinra.

Fact two: I do not know this person.

"Ah," The anonymous person twists his head noticing my presence, watching me standing at the front door with an unreadable expression. "Who might you be?"

He stands there while relaxing his elbow onto the opened window frame, hand up his chin, presumely was watching the outside world before I interrupt.

His skin is pure white, almost pale-like under the lithe body, and his raven hair glistens through the shine of the sun.

How do I know the explicit detail of his body, you ask?

Well, because-

Fact three: This person that I do not know of is currently, completely, naked.

- I am looking at his bare ass right now. As in, literally.

In a broad daylight, he stands there looking out from the second floor with his nakedness for the world to possibly see.

Fuck.

- is what I was actually about to utter to emphasise on my starvation just now, but right now I'm using a different kind of "fuck".

As in; Fuck, I just saw something I really shouldn't have seen!

"Oh... erm.. er.." I couldn't quiet form a coherent words to say, my hand is still on the door knob and I haven't move from my position. I mean, how to react to this kind of situation? "Sh-shinra! Where is he!"

Now that I think carefully, Shinra has mentioned about his roommate somewhere in-between our usual conversations, me hearing bits and bits of his continuous talking. I've never met Shinra's roommate before, due to him being more like Kadota and chances of meeting him was pretty slim. The one thing struck me the most was when he said his roommate is "someone you should not mess with and avoid him as much as possible," and that got me a tad bit interested in him.

But meeting this very enigmatic person for the first time right in front of my own eyes, I never expect him to be like this. 'Interesting' is an understatement if you could describe him.

"Shinra?" He tilts his head, staring at me with wide scarlet eyes. The person then taps lightly on his chin, somehow flashing a smirk to me in a second. "Sorry, ne? He went out just now."

Damn it. The idiot's suddenly gone when I need him the most. Seriously, how to deal with this awkward situation right now-

Oh, shit.

My eyes look away immediately when his body turns completely towards my direction, revealing a part that people don't need to see. I can feel my face heat up from blushing too much.

"Heh~ I never thought Shinra has such a good looking friend here," He lightly laughs, and I hear a rustle of fabrics being pick up by him. He suddenly walks forward and comes up to me, jolting me from my surprise stupor, smirking again that sly expression. I can see he covers himself with a maroon blanket now, but only his front end. "You're very handsome, ne?"

"W-what?" I start with a stutter at the out-of-nowhere compliment, and goosebumps run over my whole body as he slithers his slim fingers over my chest to my face in a light, slow touch. The mysterious gaze of his flaming red eyes, trailing over my body, leave a burning sensation in my mind. He too, looks attractive as I studies his features carefully.

"I wonder how you taste, hm?"

I jerk an eyebrow for not understanding the meaning of his words, but he just chuckles at my confused face, immediately feeling both of his hands cup softly on my face and pull me in closer toward his own. He licks his lips in a seductive manner and parts them, looking at my slightly agape mouth and leaning in to it.

W-wait a minute. Is he-?!

As soon as I register what is happening, I can already feel the warm touch of his moistened lips onto mine, slowly joining them in a tender, soft bumps. The sweet taste of cherry fills my mouth as he kisses me, and I practically quiver at the taste, as sweet is my ultimate weakness.

We break apart after a short minute and my mind goes blank at what just happened, feeling both very confused and bewilder that I let him get his ways with me.

"Hm, cigarette and milk, huh? Weird combination," He licks his lips again, looking up to me with an amused expression. "First time for everything, I guess."

My breathing hitch when I snap back to reality, glaring at the male in front of me. And I should probably have not done that due to his blanket falling down when he cup my face just now, revealing his manhood.

Fuck!

He didn't seem to mind my eyes on his exposed junk though, raising up his hand, "I'm Orihara Izaya," he states with an obvious expectation for me to shake his hand in return. "How about you, Handsome Blond-san?"

How can he be so nonchalant, for the life of me, I can never understand.

"Hey, let me ask you," I sigh at him for his obvious lack of humility before picking up the fallen blanket and wrap it around his waist. He just looks at my action like I had done the most weirdest thing on Earth. "Do you randomly kiss people you just met?"

He blinks at my question a few times and, in return, crossing his arms while he nods with confidence, "Only when I'm extremely attracted to that person, yeah."

"Pfft. What kind of stupid answer is that?" I end up chuckling at his respond because truthfully, he looks both dangerously troublesome and terrifying in a way. It would be better if I have nothing to do with him at all, and heed Shinra's words. But heck, I suddenly find myself lifting up my hand for his handshake. There is probably something wrong with me for going through this. "Heiwajima Shizuo."

The male takes in my hand, shaking it. "Nice to meet you," he smirks in a second before yanking it quickly, causing me to lean forward and hear him whispers to my left ear, "Shizu-chan~"

And that's how I meet the person that will turn my life into a disasterous mess of feeling called love.

I had a lot of fun writing this first chapter and there are of course more to come. So I hope you enjoy this story of mine. Please review and/or like! Tell me what you think 3