Movement | K. Izana

Trouble makers 3.

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3rd Person POV

As Izana walked through the dark, deserted streets, the only sounds were the distant hum of the city and the occasional rustling of leaves in the wind. His hands were shoved deep into his pockets, his mind drifting between the events of the meeting and the ever-present sense of irritation that had clung to him all day. The cold air nipped at his face, but he welcomed the discomfort—it kept him grounded, kept his thoughts from spiraling.

Just as he was starting to lose himself in the rhythm of his steps, something caught his eye. A small figure was moving through the darkness, their hesitant steps and uncertain movements making them stand out against the otherwise still night. Izana's gaze sharpened as he slowed his pace, his instincts immediately on alert.

As he got closer, he could make out more details. The figure was clearly lost, turning their head from side to side as if searching for something familiar. They were small, their posture tense, and their movements uncertain. It wasn't until he was just a few steps away that he recognized who it was—Y/n.

A wave of irritation washed over him, stronger than before. Of course, it's her, he thought bitterly. Why does she keep showing up everywhere I go?

Y/n was clearly lost and confused, her steps slow and hesitant as she wandered through the unfamiliar streets. It was obvious she had no idea where she was or how to get where she was going. Her usual calm demeanor was gone, replaced by visible anxiety as she glanced around, her eyes wide with uncertainty.

Izana could see the worry etched on her face, the way she bit her lip nervously as she paused to look at her surroundings. A part of him felt a flicker of something—pity, perhaps—but it was quickly drowned out by his growing annoyance. He didn't want to deal with her right now, especially not after a long day. He'd had enough of her invading his thoughts, and now here she was, invading his space as well.

But as much as he wanted to walk away and leave her to her own devices, something stopped him. Maybe it was the thought of her wandering these dangerous streets alone at night, or maybe it was just that same nagging curiosity that had been plaguing him since they first met. Either way, he found himself closing the distance between them, his footsteps echoing in the quiet night.

"Are you lost?" Izana's voice cut through the silence, flat and almost accusatory. He made no effort to hide his irritation as he came to a stop a few feet away from her.

Y/n jumped slightly at the sound of his voice, spinning around to face him. Her eyes widened in recognition, but there was no relief in her expression—only more anxiety. She blinked up at him, clearly startled by his sudden appearance. For a moment, she seemed at a loss for words, her gaze flicking nervously between Izana and the dark streets around them.

"I... I didn't expect to see you here," Y/n stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. She looked down, clearly uncomfortable under his intense gaze. "I—I think I'm lost. I was trying to find my way back to my apartment, but nothing looks familiar."

Izana folded his arms, his irritation still simmering beneath the surface. "You shouldn't be out here alone," he said, his tone harsh. "This isn't a safe area, especially for someone who doesn't know their way around."

Y/n winced slightly at his words, her shoulders tensing as she wrapped her arms around herself for warmth. "I know," she murmured, her voice tinged with regret. "But I didn't realize how far I'd wandered until it was too late. I thought I could find my way back, but..." She trailed off, her uncertainty evident.

Izana sighed, his annoyance giving way to a resigned sense of responsibility. As much as she frustrated him, he couldn't just leave her out here in the middle of the night. The streets were dangerous, and despite his irritation, he wasn't heartless.