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Literature
Izaya Orihara x Reader |Endearment| There's a certain sweetness to silence.
The room you situated yourself in wasn't entirely quiet. Izaya was humming, fingers hitting his keyboard at an inhumane speed; a grin spread on his pale face. You can't help but stare in awe. For all the times you question his self proclaimed godlike status, you wonder if there's merit to his words.
Despite the devilish actions he was partaking in, he had such a childlike enthusiasm to everything. The clock ticked on, minutes passing like the blink of an eye. You eventually look away, realizing you had stared at Izaya for an embarrassingly long time.
'As long as he didn't notice.' you silently plead.
