Plurk paste

~It's an April Fool, you know.

The first thing that came upon him the moment he's awake was how painful the headache he was feeling. A groan escaped his lips. A hand over his eyes before he slowly moved it to massage his forehead. Little does he remembered how he ended up at such state. For now, let's try to assess the facts surrounding him.

He could say that the softness behind his back is the sofa. A sofa in his office if he would like to be exact. His desk could be seen with a glance and there seemed to be only silence echoing in his office. The situation itself had told him that he might be drugged inside HIS OWN office. Something that was supposed to be unforgivable due to the fact that he was not supposed to be drugged so easily like this.

Heck, he's supposed to be one drugging people off.

"Are you awake, Izaya-san?" A voice asked and broke the silence that surrounds him--correction, them. A short movement of looking up quickly brought the owner of that voice into his line of sights, although upside down due to the fact that he's still laying down on the sofa.

"Aah, Kida-kun." He greets the teenager lightly, hands now clasped on top of his stomach before the informant broaden his smile. "Could it possibly be that the one who had drugged me IN my own office for a god-knows-what reason was you?" The man asked. A slight cringe on that grinning face was easy for him to detect. The boy hasn't really change much. Still so easy for him to read like an open book served on the table.

"I'm not letting you sleep tonight." It was a threat. As playful as it sounds, Masaomi knew that the informant of Shinjuku was quite serious. And who knew what one Orihara Izaya would do if he didn't actually come to the doorstep later in the evening. That's why he cringed, again, at the mental image and more obvious than before. He's still grinning though quite awkwardly and took a step back.

"Weeell, I just remembered that I had to be somewhere! Yeah, that's right! See you later, Izaya-san!"

That was the last thing Izaya heard before the blond dashed through the door. The man simply stared off the ceiling, relieving his neck from the stretch he had done just to look at the perperator of this small incident. It seems that he had been letting his guard down around the chirpy boy, thinking that the high schooler would be like an obedient house dog.

A sigh as he rose up. It was only a few steps to his swivel chair before he felt an itch around his lower back. Just around the right side of his body and just above the line of his pants. He tried to take a peek but unable to. That's why he took a turn to the bathroom to seek the help of a mirror.

It was then he saw that thing. A simple line with slightly beautified font. It looked like a tattoo but the man knew Masaomi doesn't have such skills, thus making it something like a sticker tattoo. The problem was the line that was attached there on his skin:

'Izaya ♥ Masaomi'

......

Oh, he's SO not letting that boy sleep tonight.

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A/N: MAAF BANGET YA KALAU OOC, VEL. HUHUHU. AUK AH GELAP. /PERGI KUBUR DIRI