#a3 kazunari

[kutales]

kazunari giraffe (+ tsuzuru goat)

[senpaiofotome]

✨THEM✨

[ashipiko]

THIS CG MAKES ME SO SOFTTTTTT

DEAR A3! ARTIST COMMUNITY!!!!!!!! YOU GUYS SHOULD TOTES REDRAW YOUR FAVE CG(S) ITS SO FUNSIES 🙏🙏 and tag me in it!!!

<3 a side by side

[precurea3]

Ganguro/ beach gyaru kazunari requested by @lc-is-bored and @ashipiko ! He looks so cute. In #mankai fashion collection as always! Do you think azuma or kazunari is the better gyaru?

[crunchydonuts]

I made a lil uh poster thing of all the charas which were in my menu page when a3 eng existed :'), it's not done yet tho I'll post it again once it's done hehe >< 🌟

[moonstruck-writing]

Slipping Away

Character: Kazunari Miyoshi | A3! Rating: G CWs: Kazunari-centric, friendship, Year 1-ish (exploration of his old mindset), angst, art, hurt/comfort Summary:  He always did his best to get closer to people, but Kazunari wasn’t quite succeeding. What was the point, then? OR Kazunari finds comfort in art Word count: 1.2k

There were a handful of sketches between Kazunari and Tsuzuru.

“That’s a good idea, Miyoshi-san. Let me check something real quick.” Tsuzuru grabbed his phone and started typing, when a notification popped on his screen. “Oh, your classmate from high school just texted me.”

Kazunari looked up from the sketches and felt a little something flying away from his chest.

“Oh.” His voice strained just from saying that. He swallowed and cleared his throat. “What does it say?”

“Just some news about Veludo way, and an article in a magazine.”

Kazunari looked down. It was something small, and simple, and it made sense they shared it with Tsuzuru, too. Both of them were part of Mankai. And even if Kazunari was his former classmate, all of them went to the same high school after all.

Kazunari couldn’t help but relive the memories from that high school reunion, a couple of months ago. He had gone with Tsuzuru to introduce him to some of his former classmates. And then, it felt like the thunder had been stolen from under him.

Kazunari grabbed the pencil case he had brought to Tsuzuru’s room. He tried to distract himself by searching for something inside, anything. But what he wanted, he knew he wouldn’t find there. He couldn’t do anything about it.

It was fine, really. It was only one person.

“Did they also send the link to you, Miyoshi-san?” Tsuzuru asked, noticing that Kazunari hadn’t touched his phone in a while.

Kazunari pressed down his lips, preventing the words from leaving his mouth. Every fibre of his being was screaming, dying to say: ‘Yeah, of course!’ But it wasn’t true. And he didn’t want to do that, didn’t want to lie, to cover for whatever he had hoped.

It wasn’t happening.

“I don’t think he has. Can you send it to me, too, Tsuzuroon?” He smiled, but it was slower than his usual smile. It felt like the muscles in his face weren’t responding to him.

“Sure.” A few taps on his screen, and Kazunari felt the vibration in the pocket of his jeans.

It felt lonely and strange.

Then, it hit him. He wasn’t even the second dish. He had been fighting to get closer, to be more important, but that would’ve only been possible if he had been in the game. Sitting on the bench, making a good impression during practice so that the coach decided to pick him. The problem was that Kazunari hadn’t even been sitting on the bench. He hadn’t been part of the team. He had just been in the audience, cheering and screaming.

He hadn’t been a part of that world.

He felt another vibration, but he didn’t want to check what the notification was from. It didn’t matter. What was the point of it all, if he couldn’t get close to the people he chose?

“Earth to Miyoshi-san.” Tsuzuru’s voice got him out of his thoughts. “Are you thinking of new ideas?”

“Eh?”

“I’ve been calling your name, and you didn’t react. You must’ve been really engrossed—”

“Sorry, Tsuzuroon.” Kazunari started piling up the sketches. “I’ll consult you about the flyers some other day.” He gathered all his belongings and left the room in such a hurry, that the confused ‘okay’ Tsuzuru said was only heard by the door.

Kazunari took his phone out of his pocket only to check the time – something he rarely did – and put it away before his eyes could read any of the notifications. He still had enough time to go to the nearest museum.

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There, sitting in front of a painting in an empty room, his body finally relaxed. With his eyes trained on the surface, he examined every brush stroke, every paint drop, every inch of textured canvas left blank. It felt like the painting was pulling him in, enclosing him in a middle land where nothing else existed.

He blinked and leaned back on the bench, trying to pan away and get the full picture. It was always a journey he took, going from the first impression to the details, the order, the structure of the painting, and the meaning. The feelings struck him first, and he pulled away, got analytical, and had to breathe out of it before plunging in again. He felt the surge of emotions swimming inside of him again and fought to stay with it. It was something new he was doing.

Not reaching out for his phone, no pictures, no documenting the moment, just staying with the emotions and the horrible, inescapable thoughts. There were moments of emptiness when he got lost in a work of art, and although they were deep, they were also brief. Sometimes, those moments led to new ideas, insights, and wonder. It was full of possibility and space.

Today, Kazunari was just happy for the short reprieve from his mind. He wanted, needed something bigger than his problems, something outside of himself, to not feel so empty, so alone, so inconsequential in a life where he had fought hard to be important, and he was still fighting.

He wanted to stop that fight. Needed to stop and just be. But be what? He knew how to do what he did, how to be that person. The hyper, life of the party Kazunari. He knew how to get along with people, fit right into their lives, and see their strengths. He knew how to liven up, and people liked it, people even liked him. Or did they?

He sighed, slouching, and looking away from the painting. I had even come up with a nickname for them, and yet… He closed his eyes right as a member of the staff came into the exhibition room.

“We’ll be closing in five minutes.”

He thanked them and looked back at the painting as the staff left. Was he ready to say goodbye?

He stood up and patted his jeans, making sure he had all his belongings. Then, like an afterthought, he took his phone out and snapped a picture of the painting. It was for artistic purposes, he told himself. It was a process. He had to make something out of it, drive something out from the depths of his mind.

He wanted it to be something for himself. Not to share with others. Not to get their attention or their curious questions. He wanted the painting to remain a little secret – at least for now. It felt like it held a piece of him, one he couldn’t see yet, but was there.

When he crossed the threshold of the exhibition room to go into the hall, he looked back for a few seconds in confusion. He thought he had seen the shadow of someone there for a moment, but when he turned back, no one was there. It was as empty as when he had first come in, which was only natural. But it didn’t feel empty.

He resumed walking out, exhaling. Right there, next to the painting, the shadow of someone who looked a lot like him watched him as he left. He was wearing a black middle school uniform, that matched the colour of his hair. That reflection of the past turned to look at the painting and smiled fondly.

When Kazunari stepped into the street, the street lights were already lit up, and it felt like more time had passed. He felt like a different version of him than the one who had stepped inside. Art took it out of him.

And he would keep reinventing himself as many times as needed.

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[puddii-ng]

my piece for the #A3HolidayExchange2022 on twitter!!

theres a lot of beautiful art and writing on the tag so browse it if you get the chance :D

this piece is for @jollyscribbles, so i hope you like it!! :D tsuzukazu the world

[1rottencarrot]

( november 23 2023 ) pulling the strings of the puppets.. ahuhuhu!

context: yeah this is scarlet mirror again this is Elodie my kazunari variant that kills people and turns them into dolls. I love her for that

[strawberry-mermaid]

Scrunklies in their sweaters for their 1st anniversary (it was yesterday-)

[saltmilea]

I washed and dry cleaned him

[kutales]

[ivorysodapop]

The snugglers ever

[ashipiko]

more kazu meowmeow

WANTED TO TRY OUT LIGHTING and was in a somber vibe so <3 coursies ya gotta draw the icon

THE FIRST VER (left) IS HOW IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE DRAWN but somehow it looked better flipped?? SO YALL GET BOTH

[electroboo]

MANKAI TRAIN ★ SEVENTH ANNI GIFS

[yakeisoda]

a3 gummies!

[taruchikas]

he’s learning.