"I don't know Laharl, you're pretty nice to me. I've never really seen you be cruel or anything," he said, and just as he was about to further insult Laharl and any sense of masculinity he had- Laharl said something entirely unexpected. I think I like you. Izaya's eyes were wide in shock and for a long moment, that's all he did. He stared at Laharl with his mouth parted as though about to speak but nothing came out. Then a handsome face appeared in his mind. Someone familiar and someone who vanished just after telling Izaya that they loved him.
Granted this wasn't a love confession but it was still a little alarming. No one ever liked Izaya...Crushes on Izaya didn't make sense to him. He had always figured that Laharl was just an easily embarrassed kid. He didn't take his blushing and shyness seriously. While Izaya could have destroyed Laharl for this and while he could have mocked him until he was crying, Izaya didn't. Surprisingly he didn't.
Instead, his mouth closed and he reached a hand out and placed it atop of Laharl's head.
"No," he said, "you don't."
He slid his hand over Laharl's head and to the back of his head and pulled the demon towards him until he was just about to be against his own body but he didn't pull him the rest of the way there. "You're probably just attached to me in some sort of familiarized way. I'm not the type of guy people like," he explained, smiling kindly but there was something distant in his eyes. "People like me because I force them into Stockholm predicaments where they feel strongly towards me and typically mistaken it for attraction, love, or some type of idol worship."
He dropped his hand and pulled Laharl's hands away from his face with both of his and leaned in to kiss Laharl just on his cheek and right next to his mouth. He leaned back and smiled at Laharl, releasing his wrists. "Thanks for touching up my cuts by the way," he said, pushing himself up onto the toilet and up from the floor. "You done?"
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Granted this wasn't a love confession but it was still a little alarming. No one ever liked Izaya...Crushes on Izaya didn't make sense to him. He had always figured that Laharl was just an easily embarrassed kid. He didn't take his blushing and shyness seriously. While Izaya could have destroyed Laharl for this and while he could have mocked him until he was crying, Izaya didn't. Surprisingly he didn't.
Instead, his mouth closed and he reached a hand out and placed it atop of Laharl's head.
"No," he said, "you don't."
He slid his hand over Laharl's head and to the back of his head and pulled the demon towards him until he was just about to be against his own body but he didn't pull him the rest of the way there. "You're probably just attached to me in some sort of familiarized way. I'm not the type of guy people like," he explained, smiling kindly but there was something distant in his eyes. "People like me because I force them into Stockholm predicaments where they feel strongly towards me and typically mistaken it for attraction, love, or some type of idol worship."
He dropped his hand and pulled Laharl's hands away from his face with both of his and leaned in to kiss Laharl just on his cheek and right next to his mouth. He leaned back and smiled at Laharl, releasing his wrists. "Thanks for touching up my cuts by the way," he said, pushing himself up onto the toilet and up from the floor. "You done?"