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I would honestly kill to have these as character skins in the game;; Sidles up to Mihoyo and bats my eyelashes
Some KokoKazu pics I took with my sibling’s Kazuha LOL
I love..KokoKazu.. 🫶🫶🫶🫶
𝐊𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐡𝐚 + 𝐊𝐨𝐤𝐨𝐦𝐢 | 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 (𝐂𝐖: 𝐌𝐚𝐣𝐨𝐫 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡)
𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟏𝟐𝟎𝟗
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When Kazuha was a kid, he never imagined that he would experience death in any form. Until his best friend died, he never thought that he would go through the pain of seeing someone die in front of him. And after he died, he never wanted to experience that sort of pain again. It was gut wrenching, and it felt like his heart was being plucked from his chest and stomped on under the heel of the electro archon herself.
So when Kazuha was experiencing death himself, it was a little shocking. Needless to say, it was a little surreal to be the one dying this time. He hadn’t been expecting the arrow that was shot his way, lodging its way through his stomach. They say that when you realize that you’re dying, it brings back memories of your life. The phrase “I saw my life flash before my eyes” was not a phrase that Kazuha saw himself using until this very moment. He could tell that the arrow hit something vital. Not to mention that the arrow was charged with electro energy, which sent jolts of pain through his entire body every time he moved, trying to crawl his way to safety. He knew it was only a matter of time before the Shogun enacted her revenge on him, but he hadn’t been expecting it so soon. Not now. Not when he was beginning to feel happy for once in his life. For the first time since his best friend had died, he had felt some sort of happiness. And that happiness came in the form of Sangonomiya Kokomi.
Kokomi and him…they were just starting to get closer. Kazuha never thought that he would be friends with the leader of the resistance—not after what had happened after he opposed the Shogun for the first time, but nevertheless he found himself growing closer with Kokomi the more time he spent with her. The two had met through Beidou, who introduced them briefly when the Crux had docked in Watatsumi island for a few moments. Tensions were high in Inazuma, but they needed a place to stop and restock their ship, and Beidou knew that the Sangonomiya clan were welcoming. When they did stop, Kazuha was surprised to see the leader of the resistance herself. She was young, about his age, perhaps maybe a few years younger, but she had a defiant spark in her eyes that was wise way beyond her years. Despite her floaty and graceful appearance, Kokomi looked strong and agile. There was an air of power around her as well, and Kazuha knew full well why she was the leader of the resistance.
At first they hadn’t gotten along all that well. Sure, they exchanged pleasantries, but it was merely just that. The first time they had met, they hadn’t gotten to talk all that much as they were in a hurry, but the next few times they had seen each other…
Kazuha discovered that he had a lot in common with Kokomi the next few times they had met. They both enjoyed writing poetry and haikus though, and they had bonded over that enough to even agree to exchange letters and poems while Kazuha was away on his travels with the Crux crew. And Kokomi’s poetry was beautiful. As Kazuha’s eyes scanned the pages upon pages of beautiful strokes of ink, he found himself enraptured with the way she wrote. Not just her poetry, but the letters detailing her endeavors with the resistance. It captured his heart in an, admittedly, childish way. He found himself having almost a crush on the leader of the resistance, and the more letters they traded, the more he wondered if she felt the same about him.
They ended up meeting more frequently from then on. Beidou would go out of her way to make sure they made it back to Watatsumi island so he could see Kokomi and exchange letters with her, but things had been…tense lately. The Tenryou Commission had established a base on the island to crush the resistance, and now Kazuha had to be more careful than ever while visiting Kokomi. At one point, Kazuha had begged Beidou to stay away from the island; that they needed to be careful now that the Tenryou Commission was advancing. But Beidou was as stubborn as a mule, and she pushed on. She wasn’t afraid of the commission despite Kazuha’s pleas.
Now look at where that ended him.
With a letter clutched in hand, Kazuha collapsed onto the ground, letting out a grunt when the arrow was lodged further into his gut. He was bleeding out fast, and the electricity felt like it was coursing through his veins, lighting everything nerve ending on fire the more he moved. Even when he stayed still, the electricity from the arrow forcefully jolted his muscles, causing even more pain not only from the arrow, but from his muscles being forced to move. Blood gushed out from the wound, causing Kazuha to wheeze softly the more his body was jolted like a ragdoll. Now that he was dying, he was most definitely sure that he had many regrets in life.
The first being that he hadn't ever gotten to deliver Kokomi his confession.
The letter slipped from between his fingers. He had been loosely gripping it before he had gotten shot, and now the letter was getting doused by the gentle sprinkle of rain.
If he focused hard enough, he could almost imagine the sound of footsteps approaching him. He was beginning to lose consciousness, and his vision was blurring, but the more he strained his ears the more he realized that someone was, in fact, approaching. Kazuha hoped it wasn’t whoever had shot him.
Luckily, or unluckily, it was the person he had been dreading and anticipating to see the most.
Kokomi stood above him, her eyebrows furrowed gently as she looked down at his prone form. His breathing had begun to get shallow, but he could vaguely interpret what she was trying to say. Despite the clear worry in her voice, and the panic in her eyes, she seemed composed as ever, crouching down in front of him and cupping his face with her cool hands. Her hands were just as soft as he had imagined. If he were in a better state, his face would be flushed, but unfortunately he was dying.
Kazuha nudged his head towards the letter, mustering the strength to move his head. When Kokomi’s eyes followed where he was gesturing, she picked up the letter, smoothing it out from where the droplets of rain had ruined the paper. She tucked the letter into her clothing, one hand still cupping his face. He could see her mouthing his name, but he couldn’t hear her. His ears were starting to ring, his eyes starting to slide close, and his body starting to finally give out from the pain.
The last thing Kazuha saw was Kokomi’s lovely eyes, peering down at him with the most concerned expression.
And the last thing he felt before he slipped away was the gentle press of her soft lips in between his eyebrows, previously creased with pain, and now smoothing out to nothingness.
happy late birthday kazuha:)
ft. kazukomi, (name)
“where the wind blows, the sun will rise.
where the trees sway, birds will sing.
where the fire burns, water flows.”
this is how I feel about kazukomi. if anyone finds my opinion disturbing, in the very least, do not read this. kazukomi fans please stay away:) as I do not support kazukomi i‘m afraid you may be offended:) thank you:)
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you eyed the hands intertwined in front of you and tried to ignore the laughs. but it was all too painful.
your spotify playlist began a new song.
We broke up a month ago Your friends aren't mine, you know, I know You've moved on, found someone new One more girl who brings out the better in you And I thought my heart was attached For all the sunlight of our past But she's so sweet, she's so pretty Does she mean you forgot about me?
Oh, I hope you're happy, but not like how you were with me I'm selfish, I know, I can't let you go So find someone great but don't find no one better I hope you're happy, but don't be happier
And do you tell her she's the most beautiful girl you've ever seen? An eternal love bullshit you know you'll never mean Remember when I believed you meant it when you said it first to me? And now I'm pickin' her apart Like cuttin' her down make you miss my wretched heart But she's beautiful, she looks kind, she probably gives you butterflies
I hope you're happy, but not like how you were with me I'm selfish, I know, I can't let you go So find someone great but don't find no one better I hope you're happy, I wish you all the best, really Say you love her, baby, just not like you loved me And think of me fondly when your hands are on her I hope you're happy, but don't be happier
Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
I hope you're happy, just not like how you were with me I'm selfish, I know, can't let you go So find someone great, don't find no one better I hope you're happy, but don't be happier
“happier by olivia rodriguez.” you mumbled.
described you right at that moment. you wanted to tear kokomi and kazuha apart so badly. but you couldn’t bring yourself to it. as long as kazuha was happy, you were too.
“so why am i still so frustrated?” you grumbled, tearing your hands through your hair while walking into the lecture hall.
because you wouldnt find peace as long as they were together.
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