Izaya x Reader (Chapter 1) Freshmen year. Good God. You had lived in America for your whole life, but you had moved to Ikebukoro to go to Raira. Some fancy pants school that you'd have to go to for a chance to get a decent job as a (Your dream job).You walked through the doors, your skirt feeling shorter than it felt outside, where no one was staring at you. By your (h/c) hair, and (s/c) skin, they could tell you were foreign, also by the way you walked, smirked, and eyed people suspiciously. Until you knew these people personally, they were all enemies. Sadly, the real two reasons they were staring at you were, one, your skirt was a size too small, and the perverted people could easily see your underwear, and, much to their disappointment, you were wearing grey boyshorts. Not lacy, sparkly, frilly panties. (sigh). And second, you had missed your first class, homeroom, due to jet lag. You had only arrived in Japan yesterday! Didn't they want to give you any time to be settled in?