Marriage in Ikebukuro

Chapter One Hundred Seventy Eight

I rushed home, Izaya following close behind. "You're not going to change?" I asked him, raising an eyebrow. He shook his head with a small smirk.

I reached my door, putting the key in the keyhole and opening the door. I ran to my room and slammed the door shut so I could change. I grabbed a pair of black shorts and a loose green shirt.

I sighed, putting my hair in a ponytail and grabbing the soccer ball from my closet. Opening the door, I ran into a chest. "Damn you " I hissed, rubbing my bruised nose. He grinned, taking the ball out of my hands.