**A Vision of Beauty**

As Izaya gazed at Shizuo once again, he couldn't help but feel a sudden pang of admiration. But this time, it wasn't just Shizuo's rugged features that caught his attention. Instead, he found himself imagining the monster in a wedding dress, his curves accentuated in a way that made Izaya's heart skip a beat. In his mind's eye, Shizuo's broad shoulders and powerful physique were somehow transformed, taking on a softer, more feminine appearance. But it was Shizuo's ass that really caught Izaya's attention - it was round and luscious, and looked amazing in the imaginary wedding dress. Izaya's face began to heat up as he stared at Shizuo, his mind refusing to let go of the vision. “He’s so damn pretty,” Izaya mumbled, his voice barely audible. He felt his cheeks burning with a fierce blush, and he quickly looked away, trying to compose himself. Shizuo, oblivious to Izaya's sudden distraction, raised an eyebrow. “Izaya, what’s wrong? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Izaya coughed, trying to cover up his embarrassment. “N-no, nothing’s wrong. I just...I was just thinking about something, that’s all.” Shizuo narrowed his eyes, his expression skeptical. “You’re not buying that, are you? You can tell me, Izaya. I can handle it.” Izaya shook his head, still trying to clear the image from his mind. “No, really, it’s nothing. Don’t worry about it.” But Shizuo wasn’t so easily deterred. He leaned in, his eyes locked on Izaya’s. “Izaya, come on. You can trust me. What’s going on? You’re scaring me.” Izaya sighed, feeling his blush worsen. He didn’t know how to explain what had just happened. He didn’t even understand it himself. “I...I just thought of something, okay? Just drop it.” Shizuo’s expression softened, and he reached out to put a hand on Izaya’s arm. “Okay, okay. But if you ever want to talk about it, I’m here for you. You know that, right?” Izaya nodded, feeling a surge of gratitude towards Shizuo. He knew that he could always count on his friend to be there for him, no matter what. “Yeah, I know. Thanks, Shizuo.” The two of them sat in silence for a moment, the only sound the soft hum of the restaurant in the background. Finally, Shizuo spoke up. “Hey, Izaya? Can I ask you something?” Izaya raised an eyebrow. “What is it?” Shizuo’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “Do you think...I could pull off a wedding dress?” Izaya’s heart skipped a beat as he met Shizuo’s gaze. He knew that he shouldn’t have imagined Shizuo in a wedding dress, but now that the idea was in his head, he couldn’t shake it. “Uh...I think you could pull off anything you set your mind to, Shizuo,” he said, trying to sound casual. But Shizuo’s eyes just sparkled with amusement. “I think I’d like to see that,” he said, a sly grin spreading across his face. Izaya’s blush returned, and he looked away, feeling like he was in trouble.