Movement | K. Izana

Bullies 4.

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Y/n's POV

The boys cackled and laughed in the back of the classroom, their voices loud and disruptive. They made fun of students, mocking them for the smallest things, and even threw in a few jabs at the teachers. Their conversations drifted to topics that made me uncomfortable—fights, bullying, things that didn't belong in a classroom.

The teacher tried to carry on with the lesson, but it was clear her focus was slipping, as was everyone else's. The atmosphere in the room grew tense, the uneasy silence between their bursts of laughter making the situation worse.

I kept my head down, trying to block out the noise and focus on my work, but it was hard to ignore the way their words filled the room with a sense of unease. It wasn't just the disruption that bothered me—it was the cruelty in their voices, the way they seemed to enjoy putting others down.

The minutes dragged on, and the class went on like this, the boys' laughter a constant undercurrent to the teacher's strained voice. All I could do was wait for it to end, hoping the next period would bring some peace and quiet.

Then, suddenly, about twenty minutes before class was supposed to end, the three boys just got up and left. It was so unexpected that, for a moment, the room fell silent. They didn't bother to ask for permission or give any explanation. They just walked out, still laughing and talking among themselves as if they owned the place.

The teacher's voice cut through the silence, sharp and authoritative. "Sit back down! You're not allowed to leave until the bell rings!" But they didn't even glance back. It was like she hadn't said anything at all. They just kept walking, completely ignoring her.

The door swung shut behind them, and the classroom was left in a heavy silence. No one seemed to know what to do or say. The teacher stood there for a moment, clearly frustrated but helpless to do anything. Eventually, she sighed and resumed the lesson, though it was obvious her mind wasn't fully on the material anymore.

I tried to focus on the class, but my thoughts kept drifting back to the way they had just walked out, like the rules didn't apply to them. It left a strange feeling in the pit of my stomach. The ease with which they broke the rules, the way they dismissed the teacher's authority—it all made me uneasy. What kind of power did they think they had? And what did it mean for the rest of us who were just trying to get through the day?

Time passed, and I found myself weaving through the crowded halls, trying to get to my second period. The school felt even more packed today, making it hard to move around. I squeezed past groups of students, my eyes focused on where I needed to go. Second period was always a little daunting, mostly because I had to sit beside that boy. My seat was assigned in the back of the classroom, right next to him. I learned his name as I walked around the school. It's Izana.

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When I finally made it to the classroom, it was mostly empty. I was early. I slipped into my seat and started getting ready for class, pulling out my notebooks and organizing my things. The quiet was nice after the chaos of the hallway. It gave me a moment to breathe and prepare myself.

A couple of minutes later, the bell rang, signaling the start of class. More students had trickled in by then, filling up the room. I glanced around, noticing that Izana still wasn't here. I wasn't sure if I was relieved or anxious about it. His absence left an odd emptiness in the room, like something important was missing.

Then, about twenty-five minutes into class, the door suddenly swung open, and a loud burst of laughter echoed through the room. A group of boys walked in, their voices carrying as they continued their conversation. It was the same group from this morning—Kakucho, Ran, Rindou—and a few more I recognized: Kisaki, Hanma, and Shion. More troublemakers, just like the others. And walking in right behind them was Izana.