Movement | K. Izana

Return 13.

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Y/n's POV

As the day dragged on, I couldn't help but feel a slight sense of relief wash over me. I hadn't seen any of the faces I was supposed to avoid—not Hanma, not Kakucho, and definitely not Kisaki. Well obviously not, since Izana and his crew are suspended. The usual tension that lingered in the hallways felt lighter, almost like the air had cleared.

As I walked through the halls, I felt glad. Glad I don't have any classes with the boys from Toman after fifth, I was able to get through the day without the weight of their presence. It felt odd, though. Like a calm before something bigger, something I wasn't quite ready for.

Now, it was time for my last class—sixth period. And I had it alone.

I walked slowly to the classroom, my thoughts spinning as I replayed my conversation with Chifuyu. His warnings echoed in my head, a constant reminder of the dangers lurking beneath the surface. Stay away from Hanma. Avoid Kakucho. Keep clear of Kisaki. The way he talked about them had left a knot in my stomach that still hadn't loosened.

As I stepped into the classroom, I chose a seat by the window, hoping the peaceful view outside would help settle my nerves. The classroom was only half-full, most of the students either already seated or still chatting quietly with their friends. I pulled out my notebook and stared blankly at the pages, trying to focus on the upcoming lesson, but my mind kept drifting back to Izana.

The empty chair next to me only reminded me of how isolated I felt in this moment. Without anyone around, there was nothing to distract me from the questions buzzing in my head, or from the nagging feeling that I was standing too close to the edge of something I couldn't control.

Even though I now knew how dangerous Izana was, I still couldn't shake the worry gnawing at me. Despite everything Chifuyu had told me, I felt a strange sense of concern for him—a soft ache that wouldn't go away. I didn't want Izana getting hurt.

I bit my lip, staring out the window as the world outside moved on, indifferent to the storm of emotions swirling inside me. Why was I so worried about someone who seemed to live so comfortably with violence? I should be keeping my distance, not thinking about him constantly. But no matter how much I tried to reason with myself, I couldn't ignore the uneasy feeling in my chest.

The truth was, it wasn't just Izana. I didn't want anyone getting hurt. Not him, not his gang, not the boys from Toman. The thought of violence—of anyone being in danger—twisted my stomach into knots. And the fact that I was slowly becoming entangled in all of this only made it worse.

I rested my chin in my hand, eyes unfocused on the scenery outside. What was I supposed to do? Keep avoiding it, like Chifuyu said? Or was I already too involved to back out now? Either way, my heart kept pulling me in, no matter how much I told myself to stay away.

Finally, the last bell of the day rang, and the familiar rush of students eager to leave filled the hallways. I slowly packed my things, feeling a mix of relief and exhaustion. The day had felt heavier than usual, my mind constantly wandering back to everything I'd learned.

I slung my bag over my shoulder and headed toward the back parking lot, where my mom would be picking me up today. It was quieter back there, away from the usual crowd of students. As I walked through the halls, the noise faded into a low hum, giving me a moment to gather my thoughts.

The afternoon light was soft, casting long shadows on the pavement as I stepped outside. I spotted a few cars idling, but no sign of my mom's yet. I leaned against the wall, letting the fresh air calm my nerves, trying to shake off the lingering unease from the day.