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-Izaya POV-
It was soft.
Gentle.
It was supposedly his first kiss as well, yet the way his lips would slide along mine and how my tongue felt as if melting inside his mouth. I didn't believe him at all.
It was all a joke. I didn't expect him to accept. I was just teasing him.
It was all just a joke.
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It was already 2:39 am and I was still at the bar he worked as a bartender. I had been there since 11:30 pm, waiting at a far table at the corner of the bar, for him to walk through the door and start his shift.
I kept my eyes set on the door, sipping some pink alcoholic beverage I honestly didn't care for. It was just to keep myself busy as I waited for the object of my uneasy affections to walk in.
After my fifth glass of it, the door swung open, letting a cool breeze into the small bar; and this time it wasn't a worn out salary worker or cocky lady. It was him. Finally.
I watched as he sluggishly rubbed his hazel eyes and yawn drowsily, his mouth wide open showing off his perfectly align teeth. As he slowly made his way to the back of the room to check in for duty, he lazily slipped off the dark green scarf around his neck and unzipped his black jacket, revealing his bartender uniform.
He disappeared for a couple of minutes and came back appearing more awake and ready than when he first arrived. When he got behind the counter to start his work, I got up from the far table and made my way to the counter, taking a seat right in front of him.
"You seem exhausted." I mumbled without much thought, my eyes looking over his face. His eyes were red from lack of sleep apparent by the black bags under his eyes.
Immediately, his lips twisted into a foul scowl and his eyebrows furrowed with impatience, yet he said nothing. In fact, he ignored my comment and walked away to help another customer that had just arrived. Another drained from work salary man.
I didn't say anything or do anything but watch his retreating form from where I sat, still sipping on the beverage in my hand.
After a while, I looked away, unable to contain my jealousy as he and the salary worker kept having a perfectly calm and normal conversation. Something I nor him could ever do with each other. However, what we could do, that no one else could, was give and receive death threats with a few vending machines and throwing daggers.
I bit my inner cheek as I heard a rich and genuine laugh escape him and the worker's mouths. Surely he was smiling a smile I had never seen. A smile I do not wish to see unless its directed to me.
I could only assume an hour had passed and the customer decided to call it a night, paying before stepping out to the cold autumn night. After the door closed with a soft bang, he came back to me, still not happy to see me. Of course he wouldn't be happy though. It was me, his arch enemy and the object of his 'hatred' and anger.
I smirked half heartedly, the alcohol finally rushing through my blood and brain.
"Shizu-chan." I whispered faintly, my eyes falling from his cold glare, down to his rosy and plump lips that formed another scowl. All directed to me, and me only.
I should be satisfied. His attention was finally on me. Since his shift started, he was ignoring me and I knew it. But, just because I knew, didn't mean I'd accept that. No, I wanted his attention. I wanted him to look at me. And me only. I wanted him to ignore others. Not me. But, now that I had his attention…
It wasn't like I had wanted it.