kazutora hanemiya

The way to school was usually the most interesting for Hanemia. On the way there, he would fight, hit someone with an object, to quickly assert himself. To prove that he is an individual. He is someone who is worthy of attention.

Every story is love. Let's take movies as an example. War movies are about love for the motherland, about love for weapons. In movies about animals with people. About love of animals, or rather more animals. But in the story of the kazutors. There was love for himself. Nothing more. He never loved anyone. Fights and only fights. In fights, he did not spare himself. Nor his partner. He did not care whether he was a minor or an older person. Stronger or weaker. Even if the enemy was stronger, he still attacked. But with weapons. Losing? No. Never.

After that, he went to school. And he thought: "I'm so fucking awesome." No rules needed. Nothing needed. He's no longer afraid of going to jail completely. He's not afraid of the government, he's omnipotent.

God mode, he played like crazy. Once, to feel better, he hit a girl. He had every right to do that. He was always right, he was always impressive. For many, he seemed like the embodiment of Satan. For many, he seemed like an idiot. The straight-A students looked at him askance.

At school it was hard to say that he studied. It was very hard, sometimes he felt bad. But no one knew. Remembering his mother and father, he simply left the office. And went outside to smoke or to the toilet.

Panic attacks. It was typical for him. It was understandable, typical. It was expected. The traumatized psyche was failing. He was oppressive at such moments. Which made me want to punch even more faces.

hits you, sometimes catches panic attacks. remembering family.