Shizuo Heiwajima X Psychic!Reader

Temps: I forgot who requested this, but I DO know I'm a year and a half late on getting it done...So sorry, broski!
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Have to go back home and feed the cat…

Gotta call Uzuru to pick up Haruna from school today…

Wonder if I’ll finally get the promotion today…

An ambulance just went by. Did something happen…?

You groan, tugging your hood closer around yourself. Your head simply ached from the barrage of thoughts coming at you from all sides. You wanted to scream, but you bit your tongue and held it. No sense in acting like a crazy person, right?

Today was, in your opinion, one of your worst days. When you were more mentally aware, and it was harder to ignore the thoughts of the people around you. Sometimes, you could easily block it all out. And then sometimes they barged into your own head without warning.

Being psychic was a bitch.

You continue your brisk pace down the streets, keeping your head low and refusing to make eye contact. Sustained eye contact could worsen the situation for you, bringing in even whole memories that weren’t yours. And those really sucked. It was like a drug trip gone bad for you, and the person providing the memories tended to get a pretty damn bad headache, too.

“Ugh…” you groan, wincing at your headache.

The moment you got to work, you were going to down freakin’ half of the bottle of Tylenol you always carried around.

((Y/n))’s over there…

You pause as your name drifts into your head, glancing around. Did someone you know see you?

“Yo, ((Y/n))!” a voice calls.

Your gaze turns to the direction of the voice, finding a tall, blonde man walking toward you. Shizuo?

“Hey, Shizuo,” you say.

“What’s up?” he asks, stopping a few feet in front of you.

You shrug, “Just on my way to work.”

“You look like you’re about to hurl.”

Clever observation, you think snarkily, the headache giving you a bit of a bad attitude.

“It’s a bad day. Really noisy,” you say.

Shizuo was one of few people who knew about your ‘powers’. One of few people you trusted to keep it a secret ((seriously, the last thing you needed was the government kidnapping you and dissecting you or something)), too.

“Ah,” he nods, glancing around.

Probably wondering what all it was you were hearing from these people walking by.

“Is it giving you a headache?” he asks.

You nod, “And it sucks royally.”

“Why not take the back alleys?” he says, “Less people walk there.”

“Do you want me to get mugged?” you raise an eyebrow.

“No one can lay a finger on you and you know it.”

It was true. You’d be able to know a threat before you got attacked, and would easily have enough time to run or call the cops on your phone, or at least get to safety. Not to mention being able to know what an enemy was planning on doing before they actually did it, making it a hell of a lot easier for you to dodge, say, a knife or a bullet.

“True, but there are rats down there. Have you ever heard the thoughts of a rat, Shizuo?” you challenge, “No, you haven’t. And you don’t want to. It’s literally just ‘eat, reproduce, and shit’. Super gross.”

He smiles, looking pretty amused by your opinion on the thoughts of rats.

“Come on,” he says, “I’ll walk you.”

“How do I know you won’t mug me?” you challenge, though it was more of a tease.

He rolls his eyes at you, “Let’s go.”

~Le Timeskipa~

“Ew, ew, ew, rats,” you complain, sticking close to Shizuo as one scurries across the path.

“It’s more scared of you than you are of it,” he says.

“Says you,” you scowl.

Shizuo shakes his head at you, guiding you around the bend in an alley. You skirt around a strange puddle, then step over a broken bear bottle.

“It’s so nasty back here,” you say.

“But your headache is gone, isn’t I t?”

You nod, glancing at him, “All I hear is you and the rats.”

“What am I thinking of?”

“You seriously want to try that?”

“It’s a number.”

“It’s that you forgot Tom at an apartment complex the other day on accident and he almost go tbeat up,” you say flatly.

“It was the number 13…”

You shake your head, “Nah. It’s possible to think about a million things at once, really. You were thinking of the number, by the memory of Tom came off a lot stronger.”

“Impressive.”

You both emerge at one end of the alley that merges onto the main street. With delight, you noticed the building you worked at just across it.

“Finally!” you sigh in relief, “And I’m only five minutes late!”

You step out on the street, then fall back with a yelp at the sudden onslaught in your mind.

“Damn!” you cry in frustration.

“Hey…You said it helps if something is distracting you, right? Like if you’re thinking about something really hard?” he asks.

“Yeah, but nothing all that interesting has happened to me lately…I mostly sleep nowadays…” you say slowly.

You barely had time to register the thought that went through Shizuo’s mind and yours as he leaned down and touched his lips to yours, briefly, but sweetly.

Oh, well…That was…sudden…

You pull away from him, your cheeks heating up furiously. How dare he just kiss you like that?! Even if, you know, you may have been crushing on him for…years, actually…

“What the hell, man?!” you cry, your voice high-pitched from nervousness.

He shrugs and walks into the street.

“Don’t walk away from me!” you say, following him, “What was up with that?! I-I mean—what the hell, dude?!”

He ignores you, continuing to walk.

“Shizuo!”

Nothing.

“Shizuo!!”

He pauses and turns to face you, “What?”

“What was with that!”

He shrugs, “At least I got across the street.”

You glance around.

Oh, he had. You were now on the other side of the street, right in front of your workplace.

“Wow.”

“You’re welcome,” he says.

“Uh…Thanks,” you say, “That was still totally uncalled for, by the way.”

He shrugs, “Oh, well,” he says, then leans down to kiss you again, “See you after work, ((Y/n)).”

With that, he walks off. You watch him go for a moment, then sigh and go into work.

One thing though…You sure as hell didn’t have much of a problem with the thoughts of others for the rest of the day. As much as you hated to admit it, the thought of Shizuo’s kiss certainly did distract you.