[ The look he gives Izaya clearly belongs to Shizuo despite the outer shell having changed. There is still that unfaltering resolution he always has when he stares back at his rival, his most hated person.
But his actions are dissimilar.
Very slowly, very gently, his hands leave Izaya's and slip up his arms, up the length of his neck, soft palms caressing the face there. It is as though he can see past it, staring red on brown, like it didn't matter whose body they were in. This connection still existed, didn't it? This was real. That's all that mattered.
Tracing Izaya's new features - his own features - with small thumbs, they slip beneath the other's eyes. He never would have been able to gingerly touch someone like this before. He almost forgets his purpose. ]
2/3 i lied
But his actions are dissimilar.
Very slowly, very gently, his hands leave Izaya's and slip up his arms, up the length of his neck, soft palms caressing the face there. It is as though he can see past it, staring red on brown, like it didn't matter whose body they were in. This connection still existed, didn't it? This was real. That's all that mattered.
Tracing Izaya's new features - his own features - with small thumbs, they slip beneath the other's eyes. He never would have been able to gingerly touch someone like this before. He almost forgets his purpose. ]
I feel pain, Izaya... I feel everything...