(Fluff) Izaya x Reader

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New cities, the bane of my existence. But something that's even worse? Being lost in the bane of my existence. Which seems to be an everyday thing for me, whether or not I'm in a new place. I'm just bad at directions okay. Don't judge me.

"Do you happen to be lost?" I turn finding a tall, skinny man. He seems to be my age and has dark hair. His coat is what catches my curiosity though. If it was any longer it'd be a pimp coat.

"Yeah I am. Do you know where Apartment Complex B is?"

"Yes I do! It's my apartment building as well. Would you like some company?"

"Umm... Sure." he snickers and slides off the light post he was twirling on. 

"Alrighty! Follow me." he stuffs his hands into his coat pockets. Oh no. What am I doing? He's probably some serial killer. Probably plays around with decapitated heads or something. It doesn't seem I have a choice anymore anyway. Might as well trust him.


---Rene

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