You knew them from the class you were in, and Masaomi was helping you out with your Japanese, as it wasn't perfect. ![]() You were meeting up with Masaomi and Mikado. Sighing, you bit your lip as you continued down the street. You didn't see it, but you never said anything about it either. Everyone always liked to tell you that when you were with your horses you became a totally different person. But your confidence had to do with riding. Unfortunately, when you moved here to attend school (it was a once in a lifetime opportunity and you couldn't have refused) you couldn't bring your precious horses with you. This was because you rode horses back in America on the small ranch your family had owned. You knew that you held yourself much more confidently than you actually were. "Yeah, but she looks really stuck up." Another voice replied. "Look at her." You heard a whisper nearby. While you personally never thought they were cute, that you were cute, everyone around you always called you words like 'cute' and 'adorable' even the people that hardly knew you, as well as your best friends. And you knew that it was because of your doll-like features. Your (e/c) eyes and (h/c) hair stuck out like a sore thumb with your (s/c) toned flesh.Įven with the scarf wrapped around your neck and covering your mouth and nose to hide yourself, you still felt like a doll on display with the awed looks everyone gave you. As a small town girl from America, you weren't too sure how you would ever fit in. Ikebukuro was a very interesting place, and you liked it none-the-less. You walked down the street, humming as you took in the sight before you. ![]() ![]() A/N: Guys, this is the longest one-shot I have ever written as well as the first One-shot with Izaya that I have ever written.
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