Movement | K. Izana

Club 7.

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Y/n's POV

The next day felt strangely calm, almost too calm. I walked into school expecting to see the usual chaos—Izana and his group causing trouble, their laughter filling the halls, but there was none of that today. The school felt quieter, more subdued, and I couldn't help but wonder what had changed.

First period went by without incident. No loud voices, no disruptions. Even Kakucho wasn't there, and it was hard not to notice his absence. The air felt lighter without the usual tension that followed him and his friends around, but it also left me with an odd sense of unease. I kept glancing at the empty seat in the back where he usually sat, half expecting him to walk in at any moment, but he never did.

As the day progressed, I started to notice that none of the troublemakers were around. The school felt strangely peaceful, almost like a different place altogether. By the time lunch rolled around, I was still trying to wrap my head around the sudden change.

In the cafeteria, the atmosphere was surprisingly calm. I sat at my usual spot, alone, but today it didn't feel as isolating. The absence of Izana and his group made the room feel less threatening, and for once, I could eat my lunch without the constant background noise of their teasing and bullying.

I couldn't help but wonder where they all were. Had something happened? Were they in trouble? The thought crossed my mind, but I quickly pushed it away. It wasn't really my business, and I had enough to worry about without getting caught up in whatever was going on with them.

Still, as I sat there, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. The peace was nice, but it felt temporary, like the calm before a storm. And even though I knew it wasn't my place to worry about them, a part of me couldn't help but wonder if Izana was okay.

I took a deep breath and tried to focus on the positive side of things. At least today, I didn't have to deal with the usual chaos. Maybe it was a sign that things were getting better, that school could be a place where I didn't have to constantly be on edge.

With a sigh, I pushed those thoughts aside and finished my lunch. There was no use dwelling on things I couldn't change. Today was a new day, and I had to make the most of it, even if it meant navigating this strange, temporary calm on my own.

After finishing my meal, I looked around the cafeteria, still struck by how different everything felt today. The quiet, the absence of the usual trouble, it made me feel like I had a bit more room to breathe, to think. I realized that despite being here for a little while now, I still didn't know my way around the school very well. I'd never really taken the time to explore.

With a deep breath, I decided that today would be the day. I gathered my things, stood up from my table, and left the cafeteria. The halls were mostly empty, with students either finishing their lunches or lingering in other parts of the school. It was the perfect time to wander without feeling too out of place.

I started by heading to the parts of the school I was least familiar with. The hallways seemed to stretch on endlessly, filled with classrooms, lockers, and doors leading to who-knows-where. I made a mental note of where everything was, trying to piece together a mental map of the school.

The first place I found was the library. It was tucked away in a quieter part of the building, and as I stepped inside, I was greeted by the comforting smell of old books and the soft rustling of pages. Shelves lined the walls, filled with books on every subject imaginable. A few students sat at tables, studying or quietly chatting. I smiled to myself, feeling a sense of peace wash over me. I'd have to come back here sometime.