Raijin Academy had reached its maximum of students at the beginning of Shizuo and Izaya's senior year, before it merged with a neighboring high school and became Raira. Males outweighed females by around 500. Because of this, many students were placed in elective classes they did not originally sign up for. Shinra was placed in drama and wood shop when he had actually signed up for anatomy and physiology and forensics, much to his dismay. Kadota was placed in wood shop with Shinra, but had luckily gotten one of the classes he had signed up for.

Shizuo and Izaya, on the other hand, got the worst possible class imaginable. And they were placed together.

Family Life.

When they had first taken a look at their schedules, the administration was hiding out in their office. Shizuo's roar of outrage could be heard all throughout east Ikebukuro. The front gates were destroyed. The glass windows were shattered. It was a disaster.

But still, with all the students, a transfer to another class was impossible.

"I'll kill those fuckers in the administration. Kill kill kill..." Shizuo was the last one to arrive for class. The teacher was too frightened to scold him, though.

There was one empty seat in the back of the classroom.

Next to Izaya.

"Please take a seat, Shizuo," the young instructor demanded timidly, chewing at her bottom lip. She earned a death glare from the student, but he obliged and took a seat on the stool.

"Good afternoon, Shizu-chan~" Izaya whispered, a smirk crossing over his pale pink lips. All he got in return was a growl.

To the rest of the students' surprise, the enemies sat quietly throughout the class, listening to the lecture. Near the end of class, the instructor pulled a stack of papers from the drawer of her desk and passed them around.

"This will be your first project."

There were groans throughout the classroom as the sheets of paper were passed around.

"What the hell are they bitchin' about?" Shizuo mumbled under his breath. Finally, the teacher made it to their row.

Izaya took a paper and scanned over it. His smirk only grew.

Shizuo then knew it would be terrible, whatever it was.

He snatched a sheet from the teacher's hand.

"No..." he hissed, slamming his fist down on his desk. It snapped in half. "I refuse to do this!"

The woman flinched away, shivering with fear. "T-This is a pass or fail class, Heiwagima. Your GPA-"

"Excuse me..."

Everyone stared in awe as Izaya stood, raising his hand.

"Shizu-chan, as I scanned through the school database the other day, I realized your GPA is a 2.0. If you fail this class, then-"

"YOU HACKED IN TO THE DATABASE?"

Izaya grinned and waved his hand. "Let me finish. As I was saying, if you fail any more classes, you most likely will not graduate."

Shizuo relaxed slightly and rubbed his temples. "Shit..." Oh, how he wanted to punch Izaya!

There was an eerie silence as the brawny student accepted defeat and plopped back down on his stool, although his desk was smashed to pieces.

"N-now..." the teacher continued, strolling back towards the front of the class. "We will draw for partners. I have written half of your names in this jar. The rest of you, come and choose. Sadly, there are mostly boys than girls in this class... But this project will still be rewarding for you."

She set said jar on her desk. One by one, students drew slips of paper. Some groaned in dismay. Other's jumped with joy and high-fived their partners. The lucky ones who got the opposite gender sighed in relief.

"Izaya, come up and draw, please."

Said boy stood and dusted off fake dirt from his red shirt. Casually, he strolled towards the front of the class. There were only a few names left in the jar.

The whole class held their breath. Eager girls prayed to be placed with the popular boy. The boys prayed for their lives.

Crimson eyes scanned over the slip of paper. Finally, Izaya stared at the class, his smirk only growing wider. "Heiwagima Shizuo."

Half of the class laughed. The other half literally hid under their desks.

Including the teacher, considering a stool was thrown her way. It smashed in to the wall.

...

"So," Shinra started as he and Shizuo began their long walk home. He was clearly irritated. His hands were riddled with splinters. "was it as bad as you thought it would be?"

"...I don't even want to talk about it right now."

Shinra left it at that. They walked down the busy streets of Ikebukuro until they arrived at a crosswalk.

"Well... see ya tomorrow," the doctor grumbled, waving off Shizuo as he strolled off in the opposite direction, towards his and Celty's apartment. Shizuo watched him until he turned down the street, hidden by a concrete wall.

Finally, he made it back to his own apartment and slung down his bag. He ignored his parents and his brother when they asked how his first day had gone.

"This blows..." he grumbled, drawing out his text book and that evil sheet of instructions that read, "Raising a Baby Doll with Your Partner."