If (L/N) (Y/N) were asked to compare Orihara Izaya with anything under the sun, without any second thoughts, she finds the said raven-haired man similar to a plague. To explain it without consuming too much time, that would be because, at the moment news breaks out that Izaya is in the area, like when a plague is spreading across the region, she would rather quarantine and lockdown her whole house – that, or she would book the earliest flight to Moscow. This means that the pale man is an entity she would rather not get involved with for the sake of her health.
Rude, yet very (Y/N) of her to reply. Her straightforward answer would show her utmost sincerity – her utmost, sincere dislike for the underground broker. Pardon, what the young adult feels for the male wasn't exactly dislike. If she were left no choice but to put into words, she would say something along the lines of "somewhere between the blurred borderline of abhorrence and considering him as something decent, I suppose". Well, if Izaya, like a virus, didn't bring any sort of harm, she wouldn't bother leaving. After all, it would be too bothersome, as what the (h/c)-haired would quote.
On the other hand, if thrown the same question towards Fukao Reira, he would either toss it inside the garbage bin, like a note Ramisu Mikeru would pass to him in class. It may not seem Reira-esque, but that would be referring to the front he had put up in front of worthless strangers. With his true nature, it would be the complete vice-versa.
"I would compare Orihara to whatever I wouldn't even bother wasting time thinking of anything to compare him with." Those would be Reira's words if you were to pull on his arm to answer his question. As your author, I might as well enlighten you of what expression he would keep while replying.
Of course, there would be a smile adorning his lips at that moment. It would be a sweet one, a very sweet one. Too sweet in fact that it wouldn't be considered sweet anymore; to be precise, it would be saccharine.
Now, before any of you start nit-picking on the details of the previous paragraphs, here is a piece of advice – don't. After all, that exposé has nothing much to do with the current chapter. It is nothing but a mere introduction
"Hey you, where do you suppose you'll be staying at night? We'll be here for three more days, you know." (Y/N) queried as she, along with Reira and Izaya, settled themselves in the lounge. Leaning her back on the luxurious fabric of the hotel lounge sofa, she proceeded to drawl out. "I don't mind much that you're dilly-dallying in Okinawa, taking into account that Nitoshi the dickhead is clearly too intimidated by you to approach me."
"My, you're tongue is such a great epitome of a maiden's proper speech." Izaya chuckled, leaning forwards as he perched his chin on his palm. The (h/c)-haired female chose to ignore his words, rolling her eyes. Letting a handsome grin settle on his features, he then continued. "Well, unfortunately, the hotel is fully-booke–"
"Then, go home; it's that simple." With a deep scowl plastered across his visage, Reira harshly remarked so with his arms folded across his chest. For a moment, the underground info broker mirrored the younger male's expression, frowning. "In the first place, you weren't invited—much more welcome here."
"Oh, is that so?" The ebony-haired man cocked an eyebrow, leaning his back on the sofa as he crossed his legs. With a smile etched on his pale, thin lips, he replied. "Care to explain why your former classmates seem to enjoy my presence?"
Typical. The thought instantly came as she watched a grown cat swishing its tail, taunting a growling puppy with his domineering gaze. Without the metaphor though, what she really sees are two grown men glaring at each other like two high school rivals fighting for the title of campus prince in a cliché shojou manga. "Here's an idea."

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𝚄𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚍 || Orihara Izaya
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