Reader x Shizuo Heiwajima | The Mighty Fall

| Reader | Shizuo Heiwajima | The Mighty Fall | Quickie | Language warning | Song |



It’s midnight, but Ikebukuro is still busy with miles of traffic. The long snake of cars wraps around the city limits, hugging the sides of skyscrapers tightly. Despite the rest of the city being busy, you snuck around empty allies like a stealthy cat.

Your high heels did not make much sound although you strutted down a cobblestone pathway. You turn a corner, but you do not expect the stairs. The stairs never seemed to end, but finally, you landed on the ground with an oof.

Standing up quickly, you dust your trench coat off and amble awkwardly forward, as if you had meant to do that. You only hope that no one saw you.

Alas, from the shadows, a certain someone watched your tumble. He threw his dying cigarette onto the ground, stepped on it, and followed you.

Did-did-did you trip down 12 steps into Malibu, ooh, ooh

Street lamps flicker while cars honk angrily at one another. You are already late, you cannot waste more time. Huffing to yourself, you pull the collar of your jacket closer to your neck.

You run your tongue over your lips before you stop dead in your tracks. “Are you following me for a reason?” you ask.

“So you noticed…”

When you turn around, you come face-to-face with Shizuo. Of course.

“I’m supposed to meet someone”

He scoffs. “You’re already late.”

So why the hell is there a light that's keeping us forever, uh, uh, uh

“It takes a while to get all dressed up like this. I underestimated how long I needed.”

You wonder if he can even see you through his dark shades. The thought of his caramel eyes raking over you sends shivers down your spine.

“Dress code was slut?”

“I will throw my purse at you! It’s no refrigerator, but it’ll bruise.”

Bel Air baby, did you get dressed up?

Shizuo snorts and takes a step backwards. “You shouldn’t be walking alone, (Name). Bad things can happen to you in a city like this.”

A breeze lifts the skirt of your dress up and sends shivers down your spine. “I can take care of myself, Shizuo! I’m not a little girl anymore…” You frown and look away from him momentarily. Taking sudden interest in your shoes, you tap them against the stone ground.

Pretty pout, pout

In a single stride, Shizuo is next to you. He pushes you against a building wall so you cannot escape. “Believe me, I know that (Name). I still… worry.”

You tip your head up and study his face. His eyes so rich and deep you could drown in them. The gentle bend of his nose. How firm and soft his jaw looks. And the frown he wears that is just a hint away from a concerned smile.

I can't stop it when there's chemicals keeping us together

“You smell like smoke. I thought you stopped.”

At that moment, Shizuo steps away and releases you from his confinement.

You inhale deeply. “I have to go.”

“Will I see you again?”

Uh, uh, uh, I'm singing

“I don’t know,” you reply simply, starting to walk away. Part of you hopes Shizuo will try and stop you. That he will say something in that deep voice of his that will make you freeze and turn around.

But he does not.

Whoa, how the mighty fall

He lets you go.

But Shizuo watches you sashay away, the dull streetlights reflecting on your silky (h/c) hair.  

The mighty fall

When you turn the corner, Shizuo scowls and turns away. He fiddles with the cigarette pack in his pocket before he takes it out, throws it into the trashcan next to him, and walks away.

The mighty fall

“I’ll see you again, (Name). Count on it.”

Oh, how the mighty fall in love