Movement | K. Izana

Alleyway 11.

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3rd person POV

As the sky darkened, the group gradually started to disperse, each member heading off in different directions. The warm glow of streetlights flickered on, casting long shadows on the pavement. The air was cooler now, a gentle breeze signaling the end of their day together.

Y/n lingered for a moment, watching as everyone said their goodbyes. Despite the unease she felt about the mention of the gang, the day had been a welcome escape from her usual routine. She wasn't ready for it to end, but the night had come, and with it, a return to reality.

"Hey, Y/n," Takemichi called out, snapping her out of her thoughts. "You need a walk home?"

She smiled softly, shaking her head. "No, it's okay. I'll manage."

Takemichi nodded, though he looked a bit unsure. "Alright, just be safe, okay?"

"Yeah, I will. You too," Y/n replied, waving as he and the others walked off.

She took a deep breath and began her own walk home. The streets were quieter now, and her thoughts wandered back to the mention of the gang meeting. The question still nagged at her, but for tonight, she decided to let it rest. There would be time for answers later—if she was brave enough to seek them out.

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As Y/n is walking she hears some noise. Y/n's steps slowed as she heard the unmistakable sounds of a fight—grunts, groans, and the sickening thud of fists connecting with flesh. The noises echoed from a nearby alleyway, sending a shiver down her spine. She paused, her heart pounding in her chest as she stood there, torn between the instinct to help and the fear of what she might find. The idea of someone getting hurt unsettled her deeply, but she knew it wasn't safe to intervene. Still, she couldn't just walk away without knowing if they were okay.

Y/n hesitated for a moment, then took a deep breath and peeked around the corner into the alleyway. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw the familiar figure standing in the dim light, his white hair catching the faint glow of the streetlamp. There was no mistaking him—Izana. His tan skin contrasted sharply with the pale strands of his hair, and his posture exuded an intimidating confidence. Even from this distance, she could see the tension in his muscles and the raw anger in his stance as he delivered another blow to the man crumpled at his feet.

Y/n's stomach twisted with anxiety. This was the side of Izana she hadn't wanted to see. The violent, unpredictable side that terrifies her. But seeing him like this, she couldn't just turn away, not without saying something—anything.

Y/n's heart pounded in her chest as she watched Izana. She knew she should walk away, pretend she hadn't seen anything, but something kept her rooted in place. She couldn't stand the thought of anyone getting hurt, even if it was a stranger—or even if it was Izana himself who was causing the pain.

She swallowed hard, her voice trembling as she called out softly, "Izana...?"

At first he didn't stop, he just kept going at it. The he suddenly stopped froze mid-motion, his fist still clenched in the air. Slowly, he turned his head to look at her, his expression unreadable. For a moment, the alley was silent except for the faint sounds of the man groaning on the ground. Y/n  felt her knees go weak, but she forced herself to stand her ground, her eyes pleading as they met Izana's.

He recognized her voice, but he was hoping it wasn't her. "Damn it" He thought to himself.

"Please," she whispered, her voice barely audible, "stop."