Movement | K. Izana

Library 16.

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3rd person POV

Time passed slowly, and now it was sixth period—the last class of the day. Y/n sat at her desk, feeling an overwhelming sense of boredom wash over her. The room was filled with the low murmur of students chatting and shuffling papers, but she felt isolated, as this was the only class where she didn't have any friends sitting nearby.

Her gaze drifted around the room, searching for something to occupy her mind. The teacher droned on about something she couldn't quite focus on, and the monotony made her restless. Thoughts of Izana kept creeping back into her mind, though she tried to push them away. She couldn't help but wonder what he was doing right now, if he was also sitting in class bored or bullying a student. Getting himself suspended.

Y/n sighed, tapping her pencil against her notebook in a futile attempt to make the time go faster. Every tick of the clock felt like an eternity, and she found herself doodling absentmindedly in the margins of her notebook, the repetitive motion grounding her in the present.

"Ugh, why can't this class just end already?" she murmured to herself, her thoughts drifting back to her friends and the laughter she'd shared with them during lunch. The stark contrast between that vibrant atmosphere and the current silence made her feel even more restless. She glanced at the clock again, willing it to move faster.

Y/n's mind drifted back to the research project from first period, and she felt a twinge of anxiety. Working with Izana had been unexpected, and the thought of trying to get him to actually sit down and focus on it made her stomach churn. He had mentioned being busy, and she couldn't shake the feeling that he might not want to make time for her, even if it was for a school assignment.

But maybe, just maybe, if she could catch him before he headed home, she could convince him to work on it with her. The library would be a perfect place—quiet, away from distractions, and maybe even a bit of a neutral ground.

As the teacher continued to talk, Y/n began to formulate a plan in her head. She could wait by the front entrance after school and catch him on his way out. If she approached him casually, perhaps she could convince him to join her.

"Okay, Y/n, you can do this," she whispered to herself, feeling a flicker of determination. "Just be brave. It's just a project."

The thought of spending time with Izana, even if it was just for schoolwork, made her heart race. She bit her lip, glancing at the clock again. Each tick felt louder as the minutes dragged on. Would he really agree to work with her, or would he brush her off like he did before?

She shook her head, trying to dispel the doubts. If she could just get him to understand how important this project was, maybe he'd be willing to put in the effort—if not for her, then at least for the grade.

As the final bell rang, signaling the end of the day, Yumi gathered her things quickly and made her way through the crowded halls. Students pushed past each other, some laughing and chatting while others rushed to their lockers, eager to escape the school. The atmosphere buzzed with excitement, but Yumi felt a sense of urgency propelling her forward.

She navigated through the throng, her heart racing at the thought of finding Izana. The front doors were just ahead, and she mentally prepared herself for what she hoped would be a productive encounter.

Once she reached the entrance, she took a deep breath and scanned the area for Izana. She spotted him leaning against the wall, talking to Kakucho and a couple of other guys from his gang. The way he stood there, relaxed yet commanding attention, made her stomach flutter.