#izana drabbles

note: enemies (?) to lovers, reader dislikes izana (or does she) :p translations posted below but i advise reading the entire fic first <33 

“ang ganda mo talaga.” izana says and you stop in your tracks, looking at him with a glare. “what the fuck did you just say to me?” izana only smiles, walking away. 

you turn to look at rindou who was raising a brow at the event that just happened. “can you believe that guy?!” you said, feeling annoyed. 

rindou shrugs. “i don’t think he did anything wrong, you just hate him.” you sighed, pissed off. 

“i don’t hate him. i just don’t like that he keeps talking in his other language behind my back, i mean, who knows what he’s been saying!” you explain. “he might have been calling me dumb!” rindou snickers at your statement. 

“i don’t think izana needs to speak filipino to call you dumb.” “what’s that supposed to mean?!” rindou says nothing and you almost want to whack him across the face with ran’s baton. 

“all i’m saying is, you’re overthinking it.” rindou assures before he stands up and walks away, presumably walking towards his brother. 

you scoff, glaring daggers at the tenjiku’s leader’s back. 

“you don’t get it, kakucho!” you rant to the scarred man who looked like he wanted to be anywhere else. you’ve been going at it for the past 15 minutes just because izana graced your presence a little while ago. 

“ang ganda ng ngiti mo, sana lagi ka nalang nakangiti.” izana winks, a smirk on his face but you misinterpret that as him being condescending. to be fair, izana said no word to you but barged in you and kakucho’s conversation. hence why you and kakucho’s topic shifted from gangs to the tenjiku leader himself. 

“you’re overthinking it, (y/n).” kakucho tries to calm you down, but to no avail. 

your nose flared, a sharp inhale followed as you seemed to be getting pissed. “that’s what rindou said the other day. god damn, were all of you briefed about his stupid language? why do all of you keep saying that?!” kakucho says nothing, not wanting to reveal what his boss meant. 

in all honesty, kakucho grew up so close to izana that he himself could speak a few phrases, he knew what izana was saying but it wasn’t his place to play translator for you. 

“aha!” you snap, as if you had the greatest idea, kakucho looked at you but said nothing, waiting for you to continue “what if i learn to speak the language?” kakucho couldn’t help the snort that came out of his mouth, and you looked at him as if he offended your entire bloodline. 

“sorry, sorry.” kakucho waves his hand in dismissal, “but you do know that a translator app exists, right?” a gasp left your lips at kakucho’s suggestion. 

“oh my god, you’re so right.” 

kakucho knew it wasn’t his place to meddle, but it didn’t mean he wouldn’t give you ideas. 

it was about time you knew what the hell izana was saying anyways 

the next time you saw izana, you had your phone ready, the translator app’s microphone option was turned on and you were anticipating what the tanned male would say. 

“oi, izana!” the tanned male looked back at you with an unimpressed face, eyebrow raised in question. 

your hands were behind your back, phone tucked away to hide from his violet eyes. 

“what?” 

“how’s my outfit?” you twirled playfully, wanting to hear a snarky comment because you knew that the fit you wore for today looked ridiculous. it had no styling whatsoever and the colors did not mesh in any way, making you look like a hot mess. 

izana gave you an up-down, eyes calculating, probably finding the words to say before he looks at you with a smile– that you couldn’t tell whether it was sarcastic or what. 

“kahit ano isuot mo, maganda ka parin.” “no matter what you wear, you still look beautiful.”

shit. your phone blared out. you forgot to adjust the setting and the app kept repeating the translation. 

your face burned at the blatant exposure of your plans, only to hear izana chuckle. 

“if you wanted to know what it meant, you could’ve just said so.” “that’s bullshit! you wouldn’t tell me what you meant.” izana smiles as he takes a step closer to you. 

“ang cute mo pag nagagalit ka.” “you’re so cute when you’re mad.” 

“w-what?” 

izana sighs, as if he were disappointed. “i thought i could keep up the teasing longer.” he says before he looks you in the eye. 

“ngayon, liligawan na kita ha? bawal humindi ♡.” “now, i’m going to court you, alright? you can’t say no. ♡” god you hated how deep his voice was in a different language. it does things to you that you do not want to explain.

but you couldn’t find it in you to say no either. not that you wanted to in the first place. 

guess kakucho's plan worked out because now he can stop hearing izana fawn about you in two languages. (oh how wrong he was)

translations ♡

ang ganda mo talaga - you really are so beautiful.

ang ganda ng ngiti mo, sana lagi ka nakangiti - your smile is really pretty, i hope you always smile

note: might write a part two if i feel like it but im not making any promises lmao

characters: izana x gn!reader

genre & style: fluff

word count: 0.8k

notes: I looooove this boy so much. he deserves a warm hug or a thousand

warnings: tending wounds (mention of blood, cuts, bruises)

“Ouch. Be more careful,” the boy hisses, backing his head a bit, his brows furrowed, forcing yet another trickle of blood flow down his battered features.

You sigh, soaking a cotton swab with rubbing alcohol. “Trying,” you mumble, narrowing your eyes. “But it’s hard. I can’t see anything.” The only source of light in your small bathroom is a yellowed bulb above your head, which prevents it from reaching Izana’s face. “If you could tilt your head a bit and sit on the right edge I perhaps could do a better job.”

Violet irises meet your gaze from under half-lidded eyelids, and by the way his nostrils flutter and lower lip trembles, you guess his next words. “As much as I would love to, it’s impossible for me now,” the boy’s voice is stoic, yet you sense a hint of embarrassment with it. He doesn’t want anyone to see him in a state like this – all beaten up with pathetic cuts and bruises blemishing his body.

“Then clench your teeth really hard, ‘cause it’s gonna take me a while to patch you properly, ‘kay?” You smile softly, rubbing some dirt off his chin with your thumb.

“izana-nii-” 

“izana-nii!” 

the door to izana’s room opens as emma enters with a glare on her face. 

“i was calling for you for the last minute, didn’t you hear me?” the youngest sano asks as she crosses her arms and stares at the tanned male who lies down on his bed, blanket up to his nose. 

“what?” izana asks, as he cuddles closer to his pillow. 

“have you seen my pink phone case? (y/n) and i are having a sleepover and we plan on taking matching phone case pictures.” she said as she rummaged through izana’s drawers. 

“tsk. why the hell would it be in my room? have you asked mikey?” izana asks, a bit pissed off at emma going through his things. 

“he said that you might know.” “emma, it’s not here, go check on his room.” 

emma sighs and closes his top drawer. 

“why is the blanket all the way up, zana-nii?” the blonde asks as she notices the uncharacteristic way her brother lied on his bed. 

“eh, felt cold.” izana coughs, emma looks at him with a raised brow, not buying into anything he says. 

“...sure.” emma trails off. “anyway, (y/n) is gonna be here in a few minutes.” izana raises a brow at that statement. what was he supposed to do? 

“...okay?” izana responds and emma sighs right after. “please promise to be nice to her.” 

izana remained confused and emma sighs once again because clearly, her brother can’t take a hint. 

“she… kinda has a thing for you so if you could at least be decent, then that would be greatly appreciated.” emma says before turning towards the door, opening it and leaving. 

“by the way. please don’t tell her i said that.” emma says before she shuts the door fully, leaving izana in his room. 

once izana hears emma’s footsteps disappear, a loud snort leaves his lips. 

he removes the blanket that covered him, revealing you who was looking down on his sheets, not looking at his face. 

“so… you have a thing for me?” you clicked your tongue and punched his chest, glaring at the way his laughter seems to double over. 

“shut up.” you mumble. izana stops laughing, a smile still on his face as he pulls you closer to his chest. 

“i can’t believe emma would snitch on me like that.” you pout and cuddle closer to him, he laughs once more before pressing a kiss on your forehead. 

“it’s fine, mahal. she only told me because she overheard me confide in mikey.” you blinked, processing his words. 

“you confided in mikey?” 

“yes, mahal. he was the only person in the house, or so i thought.” 

“yes, but mikey?” izana groans. “i’m aware that wasn’t a good call. he gave useless advice.” 

“what did he tell you?” “beat someone up in front of you to assert how strong i am or some shit. i stopped listening halfway.” 

you let out a giggle at his words. “whatever. it worked out. we’re together now.” izana smiles before he lifts up your face to press a soft kiss on your lips. 

“ganda mo talaga, mahal.” your face warmed at the sudden drop in his tone before pecking his lips once more, basking in the silence of you and your lover. 

“still can’t believe you asked mikey.” 

“mahal, stop.” 

“baby~” you cooed at your sleepy boyfriend who clung to your side. a garbled groan left his lips as a response. 

“what?” izana’s eyes were still closed. he leans in closer, trying to bury his head by the crook of your neck. 

“don’t you think your hair is getting too long?” you say as you run your fingers through his hair, twisting the strands playfully, lulling him into a more relaxed state. 

“‘t’s fine…” he slurs, “hair is hair. i don’t get it, ‘ll get a trim sometime this week.” he continues, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you even closer. 

“but baby–” “mahal kooo.” izana whines, “stop talking… ‘t’s too early and i want to sleep in more.” 

“ran and kakucho will be here any minute.” you warn, but still card your fingers through his hair. 

“i don’t care.” izana huffs, violet eyes still hidden behind his closed eyelids. “they’re just going to annoy me and i don’t wanna deal with them today.” 

“didn’t you call them here for a meeting??” izana lets out a sound that sounds similar to a whine. 

“that was izana from yesterday, izana today wants to laze around.” you roll your eyes lightheartedly at the behavior your boyfriend was showcasing. 

“you have to get up and prepare, ‘zana.” you try saying again and izana just wiggles on the bed, as if he were throwing a tantrum. “i don’ wanna…” 

“izana–” “can’t we just stay in bed today, mahal ko?” his eyes opened a fraction, bleary violet eyes staring at you and you could almost swear there was a pout on the tanned male’s face. 

“but kakucho and ran–” “they can talk to the fish for all i care, i just want to sleep in and cuddle with my mahal sa buhay.”

“your flattery is not getting you anywhere, love.” izana whines once more before he opens his eyes fully.

“just this once?” “izana.” “fine.” he pouts before he gets up, his sculpted back fully on display and you couldn’t help but run your eyes over the expanse. 

“but after i’m done, you better be in bed. i expect cuddles when i get back.” 

“yes, sir. i’m not going anywhere.” you mock saluted with a sarcastic smile on your face and izana smiled before walking over to you and placing a kiss on your cheek. 

“i’ll see you after this meeting.” he says, as if he was finding reasons to stay in bed with you. 

“yes, yes. you’ve made it clear, now go!” 

“really, i could stay and–” “izana, hurry up.” another pout.

“fine.” he huffs before opening the door. 

“see you, mahal.” and the door shuts. 

you would never tell him, but his pet name for you never failed to make you swoon. 

tr: mahal – love

mahal ko – my love

mahal ko sa buhay – love of my life

p.s.: if u make it angst i’ll burn ur fuyu plushies <3

note: STOP THREATENING THE LIVES OF MY PLUSHIES WHEN YOU DEEM IT CONVENIENT also this was VERY HARD, rei. hOW ARE U GONNA REQUEST THOSE PROMPTS AND NOT EXPECT ANGST??? anw i made it comfort >:((

#10 i'm just scared of losing you #13 you don't deserve me

“izana, that looks painful! we should get that checked.” you say as you examined the wound that he acquired from one of his fights. 

“i said, i’m fine. just drop it, (y/n).” he hisses as you pressed a clean rag to rid off the blood that surrounded the wound. 

“that’s clearly not fine, izana. you’re losing a lot of blood.” you worriedly said as you pressed on the wound to stop it from bleeding even more. izana hisses and you sighed. 

“see! that isn’t the sound of someone who’s fin–” “i said i’m fine, so drop it, okay?” you wince at the harsh tone that came out of the tanned male. 

with your shocked and hurt expression, izana loosens up a bit, letting you tend to the wound in silence. 

“i’m sorry.” you look up to see izana’s lilac eyes staring at you with a conflicted expression. apologies were never izana’s forte. he can count on one hand the amount of times he ever said his apologies seriously. but after seeing the way your face contorted into one of pain, he hated that he was the one that caused that. 

“i'm just scared of losing you, izana.” your lower lip wobbled, izana looked away, knowing that you were on the brink of crying, he hates that he was the cause for your tears. he believes that he is not worth the tears that will escape your pretty face. 

“i’m scared one day, you won’t come home to me. i dont know what it is that you do, ‘zana. but it can’t be safe because the amount of times you come home hurt is just… terrifying. i don’t like waking up to each day worrying that you’d be hurt.” you say, tears silently flowing down your cheeks, izana wipes it away. a sad smile on his face. 

“you don’t deserve me, mahal.” izana says, voice barely above a whisper.

“it’s not up to you to decide who i deserve or not, ‘zana.” you say back, mouth turning down. “i fucking love you. okay? you don’t get to tell me what i deserve because i know what i want and deserve and that’s you.” izana stays silent as you went on a rant about how much you loved him. 

“okay.” izana says after you stop rambling, you look at him with a questioning expression. “okay?” 

“i’ll have it looked at by a nurse or whatever.“ you smiled a little, the action causing izana to smile at you as well as he holds out his hand for you to take. 

“and mahal?” “hm?”“mas mahal kita. huwag mong kakalimutan yun.” (i love you more, don’t ever forget that.)

Izana’s not a perfect boyfriend. At least not in a way most people would expect a boy to be perfect for his significant other. His actions are often, as if not most of the time, driven by most of the primal of emotions; he’s thinking with desire, acting with fear, talking with anger, sleeping with shame, and living with the constant feeling of jealousy. He has lost the habit of taking care of others, loving his closest ones within the deepest parts of his heart, and giving more than taking. He’s a greedy man. One of these who make others suffer for pleasure, take everything from them to equate them to their own level, and then degrade them even lower. And he has no wish to change his behavior.

Izana, considered by the norms set by society, isn’t even a good human, so how could he possibly be a good partner? Proven by all of the words before, he could be called a monster, a selfish beast, who’s all thoughts are me-centered. He keeps people around himself as long as they’re useful, then he takes everything from them, and the circle loops again. So how could he love someone? How could anyone love him?

Izana doesn’t let himself show his weaknesses. He doesn’t allow to destroy this strong and self-sufficient picture he has painted by his sore and bleeding hand. It can’t all be destroyed, burned by his stupid mistake, a simple whim. So why does it feel so good to cry on your shoulder? Hands clenching into shaking fists on your soaked by his tears shirt, throat aching from loud sobs and screams, eyes painfully red, lungs begging for more air. Yet, it’s addicting. Your warm body pressing his cold one closer and tighter, soft palm caressing his back, fingers lost in his light locks, moving slowly between the tangled strands.

Izana loves and hates spending time with you. You are different from the others, you seem to be there for him without understanding him, and it feels just right. But what seems to be wrong on the other hand are his reactions to it; his legs shouldn’t be shaking when you’re around, corners of his mouth rising, muscles tensing, lump in the throat interfering with speech, heart pounding like crazy. And this whole sense of vulnerability every time you two are alone, when the tears can’t stop coming, even though he begs himself to stop. It’s awful. Pathetic of him. But your arms are always spread for him to hug him tight, you’re always there to listen even if the only sounds you get are his loud cries. So he decides to stay.

Izana’s actions don’t make any sense. They are still driven by the same emotions, yet they feel totally different. All of his desires contains you in them, his biggest fear is so as not to lose you, the angry words leave his mouth, however your sweet ones seem to negate them and make them vanish, he still feels shame towards himself and his actions when he sleeps, but your arms wrapped around his body, your chest pressed tightly against his back, hot breath on his nape make it somehow better. The jealousy has never disappeared. It’s meant to always stay in every cell of his body, every organ, his mind, heart and thoughts.

Izana makes it all about himself, that’s true, an irrefutable fact. First he thinks about himself, only second about you. On most days it’s not a problem, not even noticeable. However, on what he calls especially bad days it changes the flow of your own day, disrupting the peace and the harmony. He tends to yell, not at you but at the world, he tends to curse, but not one of the venomous words are thrown at your direction, only at his past, he tends to destroy things, not even one of them is yours but it still feels as if the cuts on his palms caused by sharp edges of broken objects are your responsibility. Tons of sleepless nights, either because he couldn’t stop damaging your shared apartment, or he’s been waking up screaming and crying due to the nightmares he’s had. He knows he’s tiring, and sometimes, when he looks at your happy face when you cup his cheeks firmly and pepper him with tiny kisses, he wonders how it is that you are with him.

Izana feels happiness. Even if he’s not an ideal partner, nor a good human. He feels happiness when he’s next to you, your thumb always doing small circles on his hand, or your lips smooching his rough cheek when he’s forgotten about shaving himself for a few days in a row, or, his personal favorite, your soothing voice whispering him all kinds of promises into his ear. Even if he doesn’t believe in any of them, it’s still nice to be by your side. That’s why a very sorrowful feeling engulfs his body when he decides to leave you.

Izana wasn't created to be a perfect boyfriend. He knows guys like him or self-proclaimed friends of his better than anyone else. The fact that he wants to keep you safe without your approval is one of the most selfish things he’s ever done. However, a boy with a gray soul shattered into millions of pieces, fragile as a broken dragonfly’s wings, cannot find happiness in a colorful mosaic, a breathtaking picture like you. Your good heart has started to change him unwittingly, and it’s not what he’s wishing for. He’s promised to himself that he’s gonna be a bad guy till the end.

One of my fav boisssss i love him sm Event post!

“Can we turn–”

“Shaddap.” You silence the boy, crossing your arms as you bring your knees closer to your chest, putting your wet shoes on the car seat. You don’t even dare to look at Izana, your eyes focused on the heavy snow hitting the windshield. “It’s all your fault,” you mutter to yourself, but the boy seems to hear you.

Izana smacks the headboard, turning himself to you. “Please, help me understand how exactly it is my fault?” He’s angry, yet you don’t feel scared, even if you know he easily overpowers you. His scream only makes you more annoyed.

“Well, it’s your fault you don’t have a car. If you had one we wouldn’t be in this rather unpleasant situation we’re in right now,” you spit out, checking your phone. No signal. A volley of curses forms under your tongue, as you tighten your grip on the device. “It’s cold…” You mutter, rubbing your palms together.

Izana sighs, “That’s why I wanted to ask you if we can turn the heating on?”

It’s the first time when you dare to look at him, his eyelids closed, head thrown back, resting against the headrest. “I hate you,” you mumble as you turn the heating on, air set in the direction so it hits directly in his face.

“I know,” Izana answers, saluting you nonchalantly with two fingers, his eyes still closed.

You exhale loudly, pushing your seat back. “I can’t believe it’s Christmas Eve and I’m stuck in a snowstorm with you.”

The man opens one eye, violet iris glancing at your sprawled posture. “There’s worse company.”

“Doubtful.” You cut him off. Your pointing finger keeps nervously tapping the car window, eyes hoping to notice any sight of lights of passing cars, but the darkness overwhelms you. “If Kakucho weren’t my relative, I would never agree to drive you to his party.” You don’t know why you say it, but you do it anyway, your tone is as cold as the temperature in the vehicle or even outside.

Izana also pushes his seat back. “If you weren’t Kaku’s relative, I would never agree to be dropped off by you.”

You look at his calm face. Izana seems much more relaxed than you, he’s rather… bored if you were to describe his expression, he doesn't look as if he is very uncomfortable. “A fair point…” you murmur.

The man doesn’t answer you anything after this, and you just keep staring through the window, trying to manifest a car with people more than happy to help the two of you, but there’s no movement detected. Even deers and boars have apparently decided that they don’t want to walk around when the weather’s so unpleasant; with each passing second snow falling heavier and faster.

“Have you ever seen so much snow at once? We’re literally drowning in it,” you ask your companion, your fingertips brushing against the cold glass.

“I thought we weren't supposed to talk,” Izana says in a low voice, and for one second you feel embarrassed by your question.

But it’s only one quick moment of shock, as you take a defensive stance, “So be it, we’re not talking.”

“…”

“…”