this is some annoying selfcentered ramblings on rouka you can ignore it if need be
confession kinning has never been anything thats made sense to me or like. saying a character is you. this isnt like a "oh i hate kinning" or whatever like i just personally have never been able to really describe myself enough to see a character as me. like. every chara i like or use as a pfp is either i like the chara a lot or im matchies. like nazuna is a miriam character as in i like her. im not like. oh nazuna is literally me, kikuri is me, i just like the characters. i think the closest i ever had to one of these is rouka (shocker) and even then, its not me anymore which is. something to process.
when i first really like. had hanamono hit and encountered her she was the most i have ever seen myself in anything. existing only through usefulness as a vent to others, a ghost barely held on through that transactional value. stuck with bitterness and lack of connection. i think a core thing for monogatari is characters with fire, with rage in them to some degree, either suppressed or consuming some part of them. rouka exists in a weird spot because she mostly is just bitter anymore. shes spent. i dont feel the type of burning upset that comes from kanbaru in suruga monkey, the daggers that senjougahara coats herself in, the sodachi oikura. she's a burnt wick and a puddle of wax. she's just bitter.
she's resigned herself to a role where she can exist as something that isnt really her anymore, to be the rainy devil rather than numachi rouka. i think the core of why at least i feel shes transgender is related to this as well, she's literally given herself up to a form that is monstrous and acknowledged by her as monstrous just to exist. how the fuck could i not relate to that as a closeted trans woman not on e? it's why she hurts so much as well. she gets freed and acknowledged as rouka by kanbaru and then, of course, she's a ghost. she can't be anymore. its heartrending to me. but i also kinda have to understand that thats the path for her at this point. its fuckin bleak. idk. i know why she spoke to me so much back then. i know why even now i still feel spoken to. but it's weird looking at a bitter reflection in the mirror when you've slowly become far less bitter. its weird.