Chance |Izana Kurokawa|

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚

Izana Kurokawa—
The name of a fictional man who looked like he walked out of a cursed perfume ad and into your trauma. He wasn’t even real. Yet somehow… he stomped straight into her heart like he owned the place.

He wasn’t loveable. Not by the characters. He was not loved by the readers. Heck, not even by his own reflection—probably. The fandom didn’t write fanfics about him falling in love under cherry blossoms. No, they wrote stories that are like: “Why Izana Needs Therapy and a Restraining Order.”

He was the villain. The “I’ll-destroy-everything-because-I’m-in-pain” kind. Dangerous, unhinged, with a fashion sense that screamed “final boss energy.”
People didn’t root for him.
They hated him.

He was Mikey’s stepbrother. Or so he thought.
Izana never really felt like he had a family, except of course when Shin visited him. He felt like the guy you invite to dinner once and you never wanna see loved.

He didn’t hate Mikey for being Shinichiro's favorite. He hated Mikey for being… happy. For having love, friends, actual birthday parties, and probably a functioning sleep schedule. Izana had none of those. He had… trauma. And a cool coat.

So he did what any emotionally stable anime antagonist would do: he decided to break everything. Especially Mikey. He wanted his world to fall apart like how a whole ass house in a cartoon would disappear because a swarm of termites devoured it in just a few minutes.
Even Emma. Sweet, innocent Emma—Izana tried to hurt her too. Because pain loves company. And Izana... he had plenty of pain to share.

But then came the plot twist worthy of a soap opera meltdown:
Izana? Not Mikey’s brother. Not Emma’s brother.
He wasn’t related to anyone.
Turns out he was just… alone. Alone in the worst way—like "no one wants me so they just dumped me at the orphanage" level alone.

He died the same way he lived,  full of drama, bitterness and a hot face.
And right before his last breath, he realized
“Oh no. I did all this and I still feel like garbage.”

Regret hit him harder than truck-kun when it hit Kisaki. Revenge didn’t fix the ache. The world suddenly didn't make sense.
Instead, he said the saddest and realest thing that ever came out of his mouth.
“I really was just a lost cause…”
Then? Boom. Dead.

Far away, back in the real world, a girl closed the manga.
Mascara smudging, heart wrecked, nose stuffed (literally), throat closed. Not because the hero won.
No. Because the villain—𝘩𝘦𝘳 villain—lost.
She cried for the boy. The one who burned everything, not because he was evil… but because he didn’t know how else to scream “I’m hurting and alone.”

She didn’t care what the fandom thought.
To her, he wasn’t a monster.

He was a boy in a too-big world that didn’t know what to do with him.
And she?
She wasn’t going to forget.