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Izana gets off his bike after he parks. He slips his keys into his pocket as you unclip the helmet.
You hand it to him with a grin, "Thanks for letting me borrow it."
Izana grabs the helmet from your hand and hangs it on one of the handles.
"No problem." He answers.
Soon his phone rang and it was from Kakucho.
"Hello? Oh yeah, we're here. We're coming."
He ends the call and places his phone in his pocket.
"Ready?" He asks as he brings his hand out for you to hold.
You can feel butterflies in your stomach, you've never held a man's hand unless it's Mitsuya's.
"First time?" Izana questions with his head tilted to the side to have a better look at you.
You nod with a blush shyly, cute.
Izana couldn't help but take a step toward you, "You'll be okay.
Besides, it's a fake relationship to get back at Kakucho, right?" He says as he tidies your hair with his fingers.
You swallow the thick lump in your throat as you nod in agreement, "Yeah, let's go in."
You lock hands with him, dragging him in first.
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my type || k. izana x fem. reader (oc)
Fanfiction"I'm an idiot. As Kakucho's best friend, I'm ashamed of myself for feeling like this towards you. Why does it hurt me so much? Can't you see, I'm selfish as well?" - Izana didn't expect to reunite with his childhood friend from elementary school. S...
