Heiwajima Shizuo looked at Orihara Izaya and was speechless for a long time.
"Actually," he paused and looked at the black-haired young man, "you don't have to do this at all."
"Even if you don't do this, I will stay with you. That's what you want to say." Orihara Izaya raised his head with a funny look on his face and looked at the dirty blond hair in front of him.
"Do you think I would believe something I didn't get by myself?"
Shizuo Heiwajima felt the infinite bitterness in his throat. He opened his mouth and finally closed it again.
"I said, I will never leave you, at this time."
"Are you pitying me? I told you, put away your cheap and useless sympathy, I don't need it." Orihara Izaya smiled, "From now on, don't leave my sight."
"Even if it means death, please stay within my sight."
Jinglin's apocalyptic story.
I thought about it for a long time before I started writing. I can't guarantee updates, so feel free to jump in if you want.
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