Y/N was bright and kind, radiating warmth wherever she went. Her laughter was infectious, and her smile had a way of melting even the coldest hearts.
In stark contrast, Izana was the embodiment of darkness, his demeanor sharp and often abrasive. The more he tried to push her away, the more it annoyed him that she wouldn't take the hint.
"....Tsk."
He remembered countless moments when she'd chased after him, concern etched on her face as he plotted his next revenge against rival gangs.
"Izana, please don't do this! It's not worth it," she would plead, her voice laced with genuine worry. But he would brush her off, irritated by her persistence.
(Why can't she just leave me alone? Why can't she understand that this is who I am?)
But even in his annoyance, there was a flicker of something deeper—an awareness of her care that gnawed at him, making his resolve falter. He knew she only wanted to protect him.
But, he didn't want to save.
He was determined to prove himself, to show that he could handle everything alone, even if it meant walking a darker path.
Each time he planned a retaliation, Y/N's words echoed in his mind, softening the edges of his anger. Yet, as much as he tried to suppress it, he found himself becoming more frustrated with her interference.
She was an unwelcome reminder of everything he wanted to escape from, yet he couldn't shake her presence.
"...What the hell."
After that night, after he had broken up with her, Izana felt an odd emptiness in his chest.
He had expected relief, but instead, there was a lingering sense of loss.
Every time he encountered her in passing, he felt a pang of something he refused to acknowledge.
His gang members noticed the change too. "What's up with you, Izana? You seem off lately," one of them joked, nudging him.
(I should be happy.)
He clenched his fists.
(She's out of my life. I don't need anyone. I don't want anyone.)
******
"Ahh, It's great!!"
As days turned into weeks, Y/N settled into her new life with a sense of joy and freedom.
Moving out had been a bold step, but it felt right. She had embraced her independence, exploring the city and discovering new interests, leaving behind the shadows that had lingered in the apartment she once shared with Kakucho and Izana.
Yes, she was living with Kakucho and Izana, all this time. But now, she is all alone, in her new apartment.
Y/N had made a cozy little home for herself, and every corner reflected her vibrant spirit. She had a newfound confidence that invigorated her, and she was excited to see where this journey would take her.
"Being single is so greaaaaat!!!"
As she rearranged some flowers on her windowsill, a sudden thought struck her, pulling her from her blissful moment.
(Takemichi...)
She paused, recalling the events she had witnessed in the Tokyo Revengers world.
The looming danger that surrounded Takemichi's friend, Draken, weighed heavily on her mind. She remembered the betrayal that was about to unfold within Toman, one that would lead to Draken's tragic fate.
(I need to help Takemichi save Draken!)
Y/N's heart raced with determination. She had always admired Takemichi's bravery and resolve, but this time, she wouldn't just be a bystander.
She had the chance to make a difference, to step in and do something meaningful.
With renewed purpose, Y/N began to plan her next steps. She knew she needed to connect with Takemichi and help him find a way to prevent the betrayal. If she could do that, maybe she could change the course of events and save Draken.
"I can't let this happen," she said to herself, her excitement growing.
As she grabbed her phone to reach out to Takemichi, a wave of adrenaline washed over her. She could already envision the conversations they would have, the plans they would make.
She was ready to jump back into the chaos, to use her knowledge and her determination to fight for those she cared about.
(This is my chance to make things right.)
A bright smile spread across her face. Her past life had led her here, and she was determined to make the most of it.
****
Meanwhile, Kakucho had remained at the apartment, often glancing at the door, worried about how Y/N was adjusting. He had seen the toll that living with Izana had taken on her, and while he respected her decision to move out, he couldn't shake the feeling of concern.
As Kakucho prepared dinner, he couldn't help but feel a nagging anxiety.
"I hope Y/N is okay.....*sigh*" he muttered to himself, stirring the pot absentmindedly.
(Why did you let her go, Izana....)
Just then, the door swung open, and Izana walked in, looking as though he had just returned from a long day.
"....?Where's Y/N?" he asked, his tone edged with impatience.
Kakucho paused, glancing at Izana. "She moved out a few days ago. Didn't you notice?"
"....Ha?" Izana's expression darkened, confusion flickering in his eyes. "Moved out? Why didn't she say anything?"
Kakucho sighed, seeing the concern in Izana's demeanor. "What's wrong with you? You rejected her and broke her heart in front of everyone. She needed space, Izana. It was getting hard for her to be around you."
Izana crossed his arms, irritation bubbling beneath the surface. "So she just...left? Just like that?"
Kakucho looked at him, serious. "She's trying to take control of her life. You pushed her away, and she found the strength to move on. You should respect that."
Izana felt a mix of frustration and unease. The thought of Y/N out there, living her life without him, stirred something deep within him.
He had expected her to cling to him, to fight for a relationship that had become increasingly strained. But she was moving forward, and that thought gnawed at him.
"....Damn it all." he muttered.
Frustration boiled over as Izana clenched his fists, his mind racing.
How could she just leave without a word? The thought made his blood boil. He felt a mix of anger and confusion coursing through him, and he didn't want to show it.
He stormed down the hallway, his heart racing with a mix of rage and disbelief. He flung the door to his room open and slammed it shut, the impact reverberating through the apartment.
Inside, Izana paced the room, feeling the walls closing in around him. Anger coursed through his veins as he ran a hand through his hair, trying to shake off the frustration.
(Y/N, Y/N, Y/N. She's finally out of my sight. But Why am I feeling this way?)
He couldn't believe Y/N had left. It felt like a betrayal, and yet he couldn't deny that he had pushed her away.
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Falling Back to You
FanficY/N has always been there for Izana since they were kids, her unwavering support a constant in his tumultuous life. As they grew older, however, Izana became more distant, hardened by the weight of his responsibilities and the dark world he navigate...
