a study in;; glitching firewalls and violin strings, the ghost in the machine, family names that outweigh the self, loyalty as a language coded in favors, the art of being seen without being known, the boy who archived every "goodbye" just in case, the story of the boy who fought to exist not in servers or spreadsheets but in the bruises left behind. the shadow that learned to cast light.
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headcanons . verses . memes . ooc . ic . promo
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ABOUT MUN
» Poet (they/he) ‧ 27 ‧ MST/MDT ‧ System Host && Co. ‧ who is in front?
» Writer, artist, and lover of angst, crack, and crossovers.
» Open to: RP, asks, memes, and AU brainrot.
» DNI: Bigots, politics, drama.
Kazuki is fast and nimble. Though, he doesn't like avoiding hits, not when he's the target of the fight. He's not good at it, but he relishes in the pain that fighting brings. It's what makes him feel like he's living. His position in a fight is usually far enough away that he's safe, but close enough to keep his phone camera rolling.
Quiet nights were his favorite. No fighting, no one bothering him. He was able to just sit at home and eat with his family without having to worry about anyone really.
It's been real quiet. Like really quiet; the type of quiet that makes him worried that something is going to happen. But, it usually never comes to pass. At least, not near him.
So he's just going to enjoy the park while he can.
' Define your meaning of war / To me, it's what we do when we're bored
I feel the heat comin' off of the blacktop / And it makes me want it more
Because I'm hyped up, out of control / If it's a fight, I'm ready to go
I wouldn't put my money on the other guy
If you know what I know that I know '
You're Going Down
Sick Puppies
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battled by rowanberry
VRS - WIND BREAKER
By the time Mikado, Masaomi, and Anri start their first year at Raira Academy, Kazuki Shimizu has already graduated -- just barely. His grandmother had pushed him to test into the school when they first moved to Ikebukuro, and he scraped by though more out of obligation than ambition. Now 19, he’s stuck in a weird limbo working remotely for his father’s tech company while taking half-hearted computer science classes at Tokyo University of Technology. He’d rather be anywhere else – preferably holed up in his room, coding for fun instead of profit. But, family expectations keep him going through the motions.
Ikebukuro is chaos, but it’s his chaos. He’d take its neon-drenched streets, underground rumors, and occasional gang fights over the stifling normalcy of the rural areas any day. At least here, no one bats an eye at a lanky hacker muttering to himself in a café corner or a delinquent-turned-friend ( Kouki, who followed him to the city for his own college pursuits ) getting into brawls with street racers.
His grandmother’s city house is his base of operation -- part office, part hideout. Kaede Shimizu may be getting older, but she’s far from fragile, still scolding him for forgetting meals or staying up until dawn debugging. The real problem is his uncle, who moved in after Kazuki graduated, dragging along gambling debts and a knack for trouble. Kazuki, ever the soft touch, can’t refuse helping family -- even if it means draining his savings, calling in favors, or using his tech skills to keep loan sharks off their backs. It’s exhausting, but what else is he supposed to do? Let his uncle get kneecapped?
Between work, school, and playing damage control, Kazuki’s considered dropping out more than once. But Ikebukuro has a way of pulling people into its rhythm, and for better or worse, he’s part of it now -- a background player in the city’s madness, just another face in the crowd of Dollars chatters, lurking near anonymously in the chaos he’d never admit he loves.
By the time Sakura and the others enroll at Furin High, Kazuki Shimizu is already a second-year fixture -- barely scraping by as a fighter, but thriving in the chaos. Though his journey there hadn’t been planned. After Kaede Shimizu’s death in junior high, he’d been left untethered -- his father, Hayato, too absorbed in grief and corporate obligations to notice his son fading into the background of empty apartments and silent dinners.
Then came Kouki Fukushima -- a rough-edged brawling junior high kendo club student with a short fuse and a reputation for ending fights as quickly as he started them. Their first meeting was less an introduction and more a collision: a messy, fist-swinging brawl behind the school that left them both bruised and breathless on the pavement. Kazuki, who’d spent months swallowing his anger, laughed for the first time in what felt like forever. The pain was proof he was still alive.
The Fukushimas took one look at the Shimizu heir and claimed him as one of their own. No more sterile apartments. Now, he slept on Kouki’s floor, stole his hoodies, and learned the art of sneaking food from the kitchen fridge at 3 AM. When the family moved to Makochi for a fresh start, Kazuki followed without hesitation – not because he had a plan, but because he couldn’t imagine being left behind again.
He was supposed to enroll in a regular high school -- some quiet place where he could get by unnoticed, maybe enroll in some tech school later in life. But Kouki, already deep in Makochi’s brawler scene, had other plans.
“ You’re coming to Furin. ” Kouki had said, like it wasn’t a question. “ No way I’m babysitting you at some nerdy school. ” Kazuki, still clinging to Kouki like a shadow, didn’t argue. Furin’s reputation for chaos suited him just fine.
Their last city had been chaos, but Furin was his kind of chaos -- raw, unfiltered, and unapologetic. Here, no one cared about his last name, his half-blooded heritage, or the expectations tied to his father’s empire. Strength wasn’t measured in stock prices or your IT prowess -- it was fists, loyalty, and the unspoken rule that even the most broken kids had a place.
Kouki thrived instantly, diving into brawls like he was born for them. Kazuki? He was terrible. But for the first time, being terrible at something didn’t matter. Every bruise, every scraped knuckle, felt like proof he was real.
The Fukushimas became his anchor. Mrs. Fukushima scolded him for skipping meals; Mr. Fukushima taught him life skills. The people of Makochi, they taught him community.
When his father finally showed up -- suit immaculate, expression cold -- Kazuki didn’t flinch.
“ You’re wasting your potential here. ” Hayato had said.
“ Nah. ” Kazuki said, thumbing the chipped blue polish on his nails. “ I’m finally me. ”
Might rewatch some No. 6 while I work on turning my Nezumi icons into Kazu's WBK verse icons
I wanna do more with Kazuki as a character so hopefully I can get on more often here soon
I have yet another interview today so... crossing fingers!!
