Movement | K. Izana

Friends 9.

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3rd Person POV

Y/n gulped, her heart racing as she saw Izana standing in front of her. The way he looked—bruised and angry—only heightened her fear. She took a cautious step back, her eyes darting around for a possible escape route. The alley seemed even darker now, with the shadows growing longer and more ominous.

Trying to steady her voice, she said, "P-Please, don't hurt me..." Her words came out shaky, but she hoped they might diffuse the tension. Her mind raced with thoughts of what might happen next, trying to find a way to avoid confrontation.

Izana's expression remained inscrutable for a moment, and the silence stretched out, filled only by the distant sounds of the city. He continued to watch her, his eyes reflecting a mix of irritation and something softer, almost conflicted.

Izana scoffed and rolled his eyes "Y/n what the hell are you doing out here"

Y/n's eyes widened in surprise. "Y-You know my name?" she stammered, her voice trembling. "I-I'm just trying to find my way home. I got lost."

Izana's irritation seemed to shift slightly as he looked at her more closely, noticing her distressed state. Despite his rough day and the anger simmering beneath the surface, there was a flicker of concern in his gaze. "You shouldn't be out here alone," he said, his tone softening a bit. "This area isn't safe."

Y/n nodded vigorously, relieved that he seemed to be more concerned than threatening. "I didn't mean to be out here. I'm just really lost," she admitted, trying to keep her voice steady. "Can you help me find my way back?"

"How many damn times are you going to get lost?" Izana scolded her, turning on his heels. Expecting her to follow.

"This is the same thing that happened last time. I had to walk you to your apartment" Izana walked in front of her. The moonlight shining on his skin. She can visibly see the bruises on his elbows and arms. He sounds so annoyed, so irritated, so upset. He must've had a hard day. And now she's making it worse, she can't help but feel guilty. Even though she's lost and has no idea of this town. She can't help but put his feelings before hers.

Y/n followed behind Izana, her steps quick to keep up with his. She glanced at his bruises, a pang of guilt striking her. "I'm really sorry," she said, her voice full of regret. "I didn't mean to trouble you again. I'll try to be more careful next time."

Izana didn't respond immediately, his focus on guiding her through the maze of streets. The silence between them was heavy, filled with unspoken words and lingering tension. Y/n felt a mix of gratitude and anxiety, hoping she could somehow make things right.

As they walked, Y/n tried to keep the conversation going, wanting to ease the tension. "You must have had a tough day," she said quietly. "If you want to talk about it, I'm here to listen."

"Geez Y/n you're so weird" Izana admitted and took a turn, leading Y/n somewhere she didn't recognize. But she trusted him since he walked her last time.

"How am I weird?" She asks confused. But Izana doesn't know why he said that. Just something about her irks him. The way she's always putting others before herself but makes him feel uncomfortable. The moment at the mall replayed in her head. When the lady pushed past her and Y/n went to the end of the line. Seeing that made him realize she's so...

Izana furrowed his brow, his irritation fading as he thought about her question. "I don't know," he admitted, shaking his head. "It's just... the way you let people push you around. You're always putting yourself last. It's like you don't even stand up for yourself."