Movement | K. Izana

Dangerous 12.

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3rd person POV

Y/n sat at her desk, staring out the window, her pencil resting idly between her fingers. The classroom was unusually quiet, the usual chatter replaced by the soft hum of the air conditioner. Mitsuya's empty seat in front of her was a reminder that things weren't quite normal today. He hadn't shown up, and neither had the others—Izana's friends, who normally filled the room with their negative energy. She just assumed he got suspended.

But it wasn't just Mitsuya's absence that weighed on her. It was Izana. She couldn't stop thinking about him, even though he was the last person she should be worried about.

The school felt different without him. Quieter, yes, but emptier in a strange way. Izana and his gang had been suspended, and though everyone seemed relieved that there would be no more trouble—no fights breaking out in the halls, no tension rippling through the air—Y/n felt unsettled. Izana's absence gnawed at her. She shouldn't care. He was trouble, always pulling people into his dangerous orbit. And yet, she found herself wondering where he was now, what he was doing.

The memory of seeing him that night, fists clenched, anger burning in his eyes as he beat that stranger, kept replaying in her mind. She had been afraid, her heart racing, but there had been something else too—something she couldn't name. The way he had stopped when she asked him to. The way he looked at her, almost like he wanted to listen, but didn't know how.

She bit her lip, feeling the tightness in her chest. Izana was confusing. Cold one moment, protective the next. He acted like she didn't belong in his world, yet there was something in the way he looked at her that made her think he didn't want her to leave it, either.

Y/n shifted in her seat, her gaze falling to her notebook, the page blank. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't focus. Her mind kept drifting back to him, to the unspoken tension between them. What was he thinking right now? Did he ever think about her?

Y/n's POV

Just as I was lost in my thoughts, a shadow fell across my desk. I blinked, snapping out of it, and looked up to see Chifuyu standing there. His warm smile instantly made me feel more grounded, as if he could sense I was drifting too far away.

"Hey, Y/n," he said softly, leaning a little closer, his voice barely louder than a whisper. "You seem a bit out of it today. Everything okay?"

I nodded quickly, though my mind was still tangled in thoughts of Izana. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just... thinking."

Chifuyu tilted his head, his eyes kind but curious. He always seemed to notice when something was bothering me.

"You sure?" he pressed, his gaze never wavering. "You've been staring at the window for a while now."

I offered a small smile, trying to push the unease away. "Just... the quiet, I guess. It's strange without Mitsuya and the others around." I didn't mention Izana by name, but I could tell Chifuyu understood.

He nodded, pulling up a chair and sitting next to me. His presence was calming, like a steady anchor in the storm of my thoughts. "Yeah, it is kind of weird, huh? It feels like the whole school is holding its breath or something."

His tone was light, but I could sense the tension under his words. "I'm sure things will settle down once they're back."

I wanted to believe him, but my mind kept circling back to Izana, his face, the way he looked when I asked him to stop. Geez, I'm talking to Chifuyu, yet I keep thinking about Izana.

"You know," Chifuyu continued, his voice pulling me back to the present, "if anything's on your mind, you can talk to me. I mean it."

I glanced up at him, meeting his gaze. There was something so safe about Chifuyu, something that made me feel like I could breathe easier when he was around. But as much as I appreciated his offer, there was a part of me that couldn't share what I was really thinking. Not about Izana, not about the feeling that I was being pulled into something I didn't fully understand. Maybe it's the gang topic that keeps my blood rushing. Maybe it's the way Izana looked, maybe the way he keeps getting in trouble. Like trouble means nothing to him.