Marriage in Ikebukuro

I looked up at Shizuo.

"Shizuo-san, aren't you going to go with them?" I asked him, tilting my head in curiosity. He grunted before lighting up a cigarette and sticking it in his mouth.

"Work." he explained simply. I nodded as he left.

"Good job, fancy Hooker!" Ichigo grinned, outstretching his hand for a high five. I smacked it with a smile.

"Jiro never should have doubted me." I laughed.

"Yuki-chan~!"

Something poked my cut arm, causing me to whip around and hiss in pain as I locked eyes with Izaya.

"Ow!" I said with a bitter tone.

"That's what you get when you cut my hair." he smirked. I deadpanned.

"It was a freaking millimeter!"

"But it looks so bad! If you were going to cut my hair, at least maje it even!"

"I'll fucking scalp you if you don't quit complaining!" I threatened. He chuckled before wrapping his arm around my shoulders.

"Er," Ichigo awkwardly said. "I'm going to go back to the university. I still have to finish my project."

"Ill come with you!" I said, trying to avoid being alone with Izaya.

"Oh no you're not." Izaya smirked as he led me away. Ichigo chuckled before waving bye as we walked further away.