#Engines Revving! [ ic: Kazuichi ]

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@rxll-the-dxce ( Kazuichi and Hideaki ) ll Liked for a starter

🔧 - Geez, he’d do anything right about now to get rid of this paranoia crawling under his skin. Despite the fact that he’d planning on staying at Hope’s Peak over the summer from just about the moment he was sent here to ditch his old man, he was starting to have seconds thoughts about this whole thing. Not because he wanted anything to do with with the bastard if he could help it, but because he kept having this idea in the back of his mind that he was going to get dragged back to the bike shop once it really hit him that his son wasn’t coming home to help him out. 

He was thankful the building was mostly empty at this point, at least...even if it was vaguely creepy...but an acceptable type of creepy, all things considered. At least he didn’t have to start turning his head at every little sound, and no one was going to get mad at him for carrying his favorite wrench around for comfort. 

At least, he thought he was the only student left over the summer. This morning, however, he’d heard something strange coming from the library. It...it had to be his old man, right? Probably finding some thick dictionary or whatever to hit him over the head with...! 

It’s with trembling hands that he stood at door frame, hesitantly peeking over to see-

“H-hey! Wait a minute! You’re not that bastard after all, what the hell?!” he didn’t even think about the words coming out of his mouth, pointing at the other student accusingly as he raised his voice in something akin to anger ( god, he couldn’t really tell with these past few days-!)  

“What the hell are you doing sneaking around here for?!! You scared the hell out of me!” 

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🔧 - He’d given a jolt at the sound of someone calling his name, suddenly shaking him from his slumber that he hadn’t realized he’d fallen into. He’d just meant to lay down his head on his desk for a second, eyes getting strained from tinkering all night....

“D..dammit...” He wanted to try and act angry, he found it impossible to get anywhere past the clenched teeth as he felt shattered glass at his fingertips. He couldn’t see shit , but he didn’t need to in order to piece together what had happened. His fingers are already quivering, tears forming in his eyes as he knew he didn’t have the money to replace what he had just broken.

“My glasses....I just broke them, didn’t I...?”

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🔧 - “Hey-hey...what’s that look for...?!” The mechanic tries to put on a menacing grimace at the stranger, but his clenched teeth and shaking arms weren’t helping him put on the ‘tough’ guy image he was going for. Geez, he couldn’t let everyone know he was going soft...

          ( but really, it wasn’t that great of a mystery, and he knew it. Anyone who hung out with him would realize that. Maybe it was a good thing no one did.  )

“What do you want? Can’t a guy have some peace around here?” 

     - Yeah. Says the guy that was huddled in the corner of his own father’s bike shop, definitely not looking like he had been crying recently. Real fucking convincing.  

                                    Dammit. 

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🔧 - Going to class half asleep in the first place probably wasn’t the best of ideas, he knew. He’d previously forced himself to go to classes anyways just to avoid the wrath of his old man, he guessed maybe it was the habit of having that fear that made him go to classes in tired daze.

Yet, the inevitable had happened when he had stayed up tinkering with bits of machinery the night before. Telling himself he just needed to close his eyes for a few seconds, laying his head on his desk after class had ended....and promptly had fallen asleep; blissfully unaware that he was going to nap right through lunch time at this rate.

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@remnantworlds ll Lowkey Starter Call ( For Peko! ) 

🔧 “H-hey...Pekoyama...I’ve got a question for ya’” though he had been planning and thinking through how to approach this situation since this morning; Kazuichi couldn’t help but flinch when he looked into those intense eyes of hers...god, someone like her was so much more intimidating than any look he could try and copy, wasn’t she?

“I-It’s about that sword of yours...if you don’t m-mind...”

He’s already stuttering and scratching the underside of his chin nervously....darn, it really was like his confidence was slipping away from him more and more each day....

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@rebellejoker ll Lowkey Starter call

🔧 - “Yo!” He put as much energy as he could muster into greeting the newest customer through the door, realizing he was starting to nod off again with the way he was slumping over his work table. His shoulders ached and his hands were pretty banged up by now, but he knew he had to keep trucking on if he wanted to meet the old man’s quota for the week- ah geez, how had he managed to get himself pushed around like that again -?

“You got somethin’ that needs fixing?” Kazuichi asked, leaning forward ever so slightly in his chair to see whatever it was he was holding in his hands...

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🔧 - Kazuichi believed this was supposed to be the natural evolution to his whole ‘punk’ outlook that had saved him so much trouble since he had started. Though he had no interest in hanging out with the delinquents that had started taking a liking to him ever since he ‘changed’, he still had a reputation to upkeep. Smoking’s bad for his health, and he knew that, obviously....but what kind of punk was never seen with a cigarette?

- It was too bad not even all the fumes he’d probably inhaled in the bike shop had made his lungs any less sensitive. Moments after he’s lit the smoke with a lighter he had previously stolen from his dad, he was thrown into a coughing fit. He ditches the cigarette with a frustrated sigh. 

“Ugh...how do people do that? It tastes like shit...”

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🔧 - “Hm? What are you playing...?” Though he’s tried to ditch his geek side with his whole new get up and everything....it’s just so hard to resist when one of his old interests was staring him right in the face. 

“That’s not the sequel to the latest persona game, is it? Not that....I would know or anything...”

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@emptyxking ll Lowkey Starter Call For the bubblegum shark 

🔧 - He got a sudden rush of dizziness, swaying on uncertain feet with his vision so fuzzy that he had to wonder for a moment if he had forgotten to put on his contact lenses this morning. Mm- where was he going again? The hardware store, right? Something about replacing a broken tool...

He was so tired he could hardly concentrate on his own thoughts, and he found himself swaying forward and bumping into a complete stranger by accident.

He jolted at the contact, quivering hand reaching up near his chin as he glanced their way nervously.

“H-hey...watch where you’re going...” 

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🔧 - The mechanic cringed as he heard footsteps down the school hallway, maybe as a reflex he’d developed for those few times his old man had caught him tinkering in the middle of the night - holding on tightly to the screwdriver in his sweaty palm. His takes a glance at the phone he had placed on the dinning hall table: 3am.

“Uh- shit. I wasn’t making too much noise doing this, was I?” he asked, feeling his nerves get the better of him so late at night. It’s also gotta look pretty suspicious, given he’s taken apart the room’s clock into smaller pieces that were now spread across the table....

Oh boy. 

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 “You have to choose”

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11. Someone twisted has captured our muses and is torturing them for his own pleasure. Now my muse is facing a choice: either allow the man keep hurting your muse or have him hurt a third person.

🔧 - This just wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair at all. What possible thing could he have done to deserve something like this? He wasn’t a always the best person - he was  cowardly and weak. A stupid gear head riding on a dream of making it out of that damn bike shop someday...that’s all he was.  

God, his fucking arm’s barely hanging on by a thread by now, he’s sure of it- how many damn pins could one guy put into it without tearing all his tendons? He wasn’t sure he was ever going to be able to use it again at this rate. His tied wrist had already been rubbed bloody and raw from his struggle against the rope, both feet tied together as he had to watch this maniac drive pointed, metal rods into it as he pleaded for him to stop behind endless choked sobs. He couldn’t even move it now, his trembling was only making the wounds that were there far worse.....god it hurts, it hurts! 

He thought he’d finally gotten a breather from all of it, watching him leave the room - but it turned out the sick bastard was just dragging in someone else with him, pull her by her hair. He wouldn’t even have opened his eyes if he didn’t hear her scream. He hardly had time to register what he was looking at, his eyes hurt from crying, but he could see another girl there. He could hear an electric generator running- and with the second zap he could finally piece it together.

“S-stop!” he cried out like it was going to do something, forgetting for a moment the state his arm was in as he tried to reach forward. The surge of pain that ran through him was so intense he felt like he was going to puke. Oh fuck, oh fuck!

“J-jesus christ, what the hell is wrong with you?! She’s just a girl!” He was terrified, but that wasn’t going to stop him from having the anger built up inside him as he saw what was happening front of him. He shocks her again, longer this time. He winced, closing his eyes and unable to bare looking at her

“God, stop it! Please! Y-you’re going to kill her!” he didn’t think he would have the strength to cry anymore, but he somehow found it in him. He wanted nothing more than for this to be a bad dream, to wake up any second now in his father’s garage...

It’s not long after that he was offered a choice, having already had to listen to this girl scream for what felt like an eternity to him. He ground his teeth.

“Y-youre s-sick, you know that?” he didn’t want to answer him, but he couldn’t bare hearing this girl scream anymore. It’s too much. He was going to be sick. He could barely breathe, his arm was going numb and this poor girl was going to die if he didn’t say anything.

“F-fine..bring in s-someone else....just don’t shock her...you’re s-seriously going to kill her if you do...” 

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16. after having a nightmare

🔧 - He thought he’d be able to sleep better once he arrived at Hope’s peak. For one, it felt like it had been years since he’d allowed himself to sleep in an actual bed; as the mechanic had made a bad habit out of tinkering in the garage of the bike shop until he felt tired enough to use the blanket and pillow he kept stashed in one of his drawers. Second was the absence of any deadlines that his old man would hold over his head, things that he had to do on his own given how much of a hopeless drunk the bastard was. Any tinkering or work he did was always of his own will. 

But it had been several days he’s only had a few scattered hours of sleep, his sense of anxiety and paranoia seeming to only grow worse as he lived under the terror that his father would come drag him away from here ( it’s stupid and he knows it - to be this fucking scared). 

Tonight, he’d had that nightmare again. More accurately, a memory of one of his worst experiences.  The night he had had forgotten to close the door while he was working in the garage, the sound of his tools as he tuned the engine he was working on ( power drills, hammers, even his blowtorch had been used into the late hours of that night), and it had woken his father up. He didn’t hear him coming up behind him. He didn’t see him take the wrench he had laid besides him. But he soon felt a blinding pain from the back of his head, visions turning white and ears ringing like crazy.  Holding the back of his head, he turned around to see him screaming more than he could hear him:

‘What the hell do you think you’re doing this late at night?!’

It was so loud, everything was so loud as he held onto the sides of his head. The ringing wouldn’t stop, and all he could do was tremble as he was too scared too do or say anything. 

He had grabbed his hair, thrown him against the wall as Kazuichi cried out in apologies he couldn’t even hear himself saying. 

He’d woken up sobbing, clutching his hair and crawling out of his bed in a blind panic. The mechanic didn’t even have the common sense to try to find his contacts or the glasses he kept hidden in his nightstand drawer. He just didn’t want to be alone after that, even if he could barely walk with how badly his legs were shaking. He wasn’t even aware who’s dorm room he had knocked on - he was just desperate not to be alone. 

There are tears still spilling out of his eyes as the other student opened the door. He can’t stop shaking, it felt everything was falling apart.

“P-please...can I come in?”his voice was meek and frightened, much more appropriate to a young child rather than a growing man. He didn’t care. He just wanted to hear someone else’s voice, anything else than the shouts of that old man and the ringing he remembered sounding in his ears. 

“I j-just...r-really need to be with s-someone else right now...”

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🎲- Play a board game together

🔧 - The temptation to turn away and forget this whole thing was pretty strong right about now. Ugh, honestly? It was a stupid idea to begin with, trying to hang out with a guy like that...really gave him the damn creeps. Mmh. It’s too bad that exiting the hospital with big, clunky box of a board game would just make him look stupid...he couldn’t change his mind now. 

How long had it been since Nagito was here, anyways? Three days or something? He’d seen him collapse in middle of the damn classroom, face as white as a ghost- gave him shivers just thinking about it. 

“H-hey,Komaeda” he already wasn’t feeling too sure about this the moment he’d entered his room, scratching the side of his chin nervously. Easy, easy...just put the game of Risk on the table before you get yourself worked up, Kazuichi...

“Know it’s kind of sudden and all, but I was thinking you’re probably pretty bored right about now....did you want to kill some time playing with me? I’ve been trapped in hospitals before as well so...”

He trailed off, shrugging his shoulders to try and play it off like he didn’t care.

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