Every time I see someone say “I understand you” or “I’m just like you,” I want t

Every time I see someone say “I understand you” or “I’m just like you,” I want to laugh. You have no idea what I’ve been through, yet you dare to say, “I understand you.” You think we’re the same just because you’ve been through a bit of similar hardship? Then try my pain and see how many bones you have left.

That’s why I said that 90% of Yukimura Chizuru’s fans are hypocrites; I’m really not wrong about you.

The most disgusting thing about Yukimura Chizuru and her fans is their delusional fantasy that the complex Kazama would fall for her superficiality, chasing after her and praising her immaturity as kindness and purity.

What you love isn’t a real person, or even a real character. You love a passive, gentle, non-threatening projection: a vessel who never challenges power, never voices her own desires, and never disrupts the fantasy. You say you understand pain, but you reject anyone who expresses it with rage, clarity, or a demand for accountability. You say you love Kazama, but only when he’s softened, tamed, made palatable. What you fear isn’t misinterpretation—what you fear is someone like me, who knows exactly what he’s made of. I’m not here to please you. I’m here to burn down the illusions.

If that threatens you—good. It means you were never on my side to begin with.