"Humans truly are interesting creatures," Izaya says to himself, looking down at your sleeping figure. He loves you; he just has no idea how to express it. You often sleep at his apartment, since you went flat broke thanks to his lying.

He watches over you, sitting at his desk as he does god knows whatever for his slimy work. But when he looks at you, he can’t help but smile. His special human. “I’m still sorry…” He whispers into your ear before leaning over to kiss your forehead.