"Deja Vu"

"Deja Vu"

Kuroo Tetsurou (Ft. Kozume Kenma) | Haikyuu Imagine

notice: all characters are aged up, angst

part 1 | part 2

playlist: Uptown Girl by Billy Joel, Deja Vu by Olivia Rodrigo

author's note: this fic is heavily inspired by Olivia Rodrigo's deja vu ;)

the playlist dedicated for this story. (< click here)

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You knew Kuroo and Kenma since the three of you are still young, you knew about their flaws and golden qualities but more importantly you became too fond of Kuroo and Kenma, on the other hand also knew that. He knew how your eyes linger a little longer when it comes to Kuroo, Kenma watched you feel enamoured while you watched Kuroo. Kenma watched you so much that he knew you loved Kuroo more than just a friend. Kenma, always watched you, trying to figure out if Kuroo feels the same with you.

To his luck, he watched Kuroo’s eyes watch every moment, every scenery whenever the bedhead is with you. Kenma also watched the first time Kuroo looked at you as if you’re the most fragile thing in the room. Kenma watched Kuroo and you fell in love with one another.

Kenma was always there with the both of you. Gosh, he can’t even get over the fact that he stayed up all night hearing Kuroo talk about you and you greeting him in the morning only to tell him about your dreams that you wish to achieve with Kuroo. The blonde already fed up with too much information to the point he just blurted out that you two should date.

Kenma watched his two best friend love each other, he watched the both of you trade jacket’s even your jacket actually doesn’t fit Kuroo, he watched you laugh at every Kuroo’s chemistry joke, he watched the both of you sing the songs in Pitch Perfect and Glee even though sometimes you two are out of tune, and he watched you and Kuroo brag to your friends that you finally found someone to keep and to hold for a lifetime. Kenma always wanted this to see Kuroo with a smile on his face and a joy creeping up your lips.

He also was one of the first persons who knew where the two of you went when you two ran away from town.

From Kuroo's perspective, he got everything in his arms and that was you. He can’t forget how thankful he is that there’s this person he is able to share his strawberry ice cream with. He felt at ease with you, he felt home with you. He also regretted that he never got to tell you that he loves you a lot sooner, but you assured him everything is fine.

At night when he holds you tight, your hair would fall in his arms as you both sway to Billy Joel’s Uptown Girl, and a Cheshire smirk in his face. And when the morning comes, you showed him your hiding spots, you showed him a place where it is peaceful, you showed him your safe place as Kuroo knew how your hands moved when you’re nervous, he watched you lips turn into smiles when you see him, he knew your mannerisms and jokes that always makes him laugh.

A small pond close to yours and his old school, that’s your favorite spot and now, also his. He would hold you close when he’s there with you playing soft songs that you and he knew, as he tells you that he loves you in between the chorus and verse.

He still remembers the night where he slept by your side while you tell him your dreams and hopes for the both of you. He still tastes the time when he heard you bragging to his friend that he is so unique.

Like from the beginning Kenma watched you two fall, he also the first one watched the both of you break.

Kenma watched Kuroo’s eyes leave yours whenever his new friend enters the room, Kenma watched Kuroo’s hand leaving yours and guiding the other person in the room. He watched Kuroo’s jacket on his friend too. Kenma watched the sweetness of strawberry ice cream start to get bitter. Kenma watched Kuroo leave you.

He watched Kuroo break you.

Who would’ve thought he would be here, watching Kuroo kneeling in front of someone he never really knew asking their hand in marriage, there Kenma sees your image in the pond next to your old school and his, there he watched Kuroo making another person that’s not you to be his. He watched Kuroo once again fall with someone, look at someone as if they are the most fragile thing in the world, he watched Kuroo trade jackets with someone, he watched Kuroo telling the jokes you used to tell him, he watched Kuroo fall in love with someone and fell out of love with you.

But among other things, one thing that Kenma cannot seem to unsee is whenever he sees Kuroo with that someone, he sees you, Kenma sees your mirroring image, doing the things you used to do with Kuroo.

Here he is now, staring at Kuroo, in a room where people are waiting for the groom to enter the room. Kenma watched his friend preparing for a marriage.

“Kuroo, when you enter the place where you will say ‘I do’, please be honest with me..” Kenma uttered a simple glimpse from Kuroo while Kuroo fixed his hair. “When you call her, do you almost say [Name]’s name?”

Cause they actually sound the same. “With everything you did with [Name], was [Name] just your type?”

Kenma argued and his voice got a little louder making Kuroo stand up and look at him firmly. “I bet you danced her with Uptown Girl, like you once did with [Name]!”

By now, Kuroo and Kenma had their first hardfist argument. At Kuroo’s wedding day.

“When are you gonna tell her that you and [Name] did that too?” He asked, making Kuroo bite his inner lip, Kenma walked closer to Kuroo and looked at his eyes. “..She might think it’s special but Kuroo, it’s all reused!”

Kenma watched tears coming out of Kuroo’s eyes as he looked away from Kuroo and stared at the empty wall behind Kuroo.

“I’ve watched you for a long time, Kuroo. And don’t act like you didn’t do things with [Name], like trading jackets? Singing along with Glee? Give me a break, Kuroo.” He sighed, while letting his hand ball into a fist meeting Kuroo’s face.

“Do you get Deja vu, when she’s with you?”

That was the last thing Kuroo ever heard from Kenma’s voice, as he left the room and entered his own wedding ceremony, there he saw your eyes when he walked on the aisle, he saw your eyes in the crowd and visioned himself next to you. He met your eyes in the crowd and he now realized, someone took your spot that should be yours.

A spot that was yours--supposed to be yours. He met your eyes, wishing he can turn back time. His eyes left you for a moment and you were gone. Kenma watched you leave the ceremony and when Kuroo reached the end of the aisle he met Kenma’s gaze and whispered.

“I do get Deja Vu of [Name], Kenma.”

At last Kenma watched Kuroo again as he breaks from the inside and as Kuroo wishing this was only a dream--a nightmare that he can wake up anytime.

Fin

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years from now - itadori yuuji

genre: fluff and comfort | notes: self indulge fic, an old prompt I saw in my notes. |

- in which yuuji itadori promises to love you million years from now.

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Itadori Yuuji has seen a lot of things in his life, despite the fact that never ending fights against curses, he never knew that the greatest thing or mystery he would unfold was you. Here you are now, staring at him, while the moon was also complimenting him in glee: it must be fate or maybe something else, but Yuuji always thanked the gods that he met you.

You wandered alone through those empty halls of the building but right now, here you are watching him as he tries to reclaim his old strength that once was lost. “Yuuji, why don’t you try to rest, first?” He was indeed tired but the moon seemed to show his admiration for the boy, his endless pretty details feeding the lack of shine of the stars. “I need to get stronger..” He muttered as he stared at your eyes with a glimpse of hope and home. He listened to you, and thank you for staying in with him

“What movie should we watch tomorrow?” You asked him, as he sat next to you, “It depends, Gojo-sensei is picking what movie I should watch next..” He sighed, “Wel, if you say so...” Then it was silence, not that kind you would like to run away with but a kind of silence that is comforting and full of warmth.

The starry night took away Itadori’s tiredness, and he leaned his head on your shoulder. “What did I do to deserve you?” You had to admit it was such a common line to use by such but it meant everything to Itadori. “It doesn’t matter what you did, all I know is that we both deserve each other..” Truth to be told, you also thought of things that maybe Itadori deserved better but here you are now, him next to you under the same room with the same night sky. “The moon is indeed pretty...” You said with a smile on your face, earning a chuckle from Itadori.

“Yep, It is indeed pretty.” He then lifted his head and looked up. “I wonder how pretty the sun is..” You whispered but Itadori smiled and replied. “I bet the sun is also really pretty, maybe the sun shines like that because when you look at the sun you’ll be blinded by its beauty.” He joked, which you gave in. “What?” You noticed him staring again.

“You look pretty, when you laugh..”

He told and as if it was a magical spell you immediately got flustered with his words. You smiled at him and pinched the bridge of his nose, as the night started to get deeper Yuuji vowed to you that.

“(Name). Years from now, million years from now. I would still choose to love you.”

And the goddess of moon always knew that in every timeline it would always end with him next to you.

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extra notes: i made this fic as a surprise for @lethargicyashi, because they need *cough* brain juice *cough* love you bro, be safe and take a rest too love uu xoxo

Kuroo - Event Anniversary

notice: playing among us with nekoma, kuroo being afk, fluff fluff

to my owl mate in fukurodani! this is for u @gayerthantheewrites and @simpforwhoknows

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With the prompt:”Let’s pretend you didn’t say that because I want to confess first..”

Being the manager of Nekoma wasn’t really an easy task, not to mention the fact that Nekoma is a powerhouse school when it comes to volleyball: it’s always offered with practice matches every now and then but like Kuroo told you: on the bright side you get to spend more time with him and Kenma, which made you smile at his thought.

“I ain’t the imposter, Kuroorororo.”

Your voice made the bedhead smirk while playing the game, earning a groan from Kenma. It’s about nine in the evening when the whole team of Nekoma decided to play Among Us, since it’s already nine time you got an invite from Kenma about the game leading you to join: Kai, Yaku, Tora, Lev, Kenma, Fukunaga, Inouka, a friend of Kenma in Discord, and you along with Kuroo. Since the fact that you’re the manager you sleep in a different room. And up to this moment, you turned on your mic on discord to defend yourself.

“Really, now? So, why are standing in the vent in electrical, huh?”

Kuroo’s deep voice shook your ear, earning a light response from Kenma: “I swear, if you keep telling me that [Name] is suspicious, I’ll kick you out.”

Earning the response, you lightly chuckled. After a few moments, it was revealed that Yaku and Kenma were the imposters: after leaving the game, you went out to get some drink on the vending machine only to be greeted by Kuroo’s eyes.

“What’s up, bedhead?”

Ah, we’re alone now, aren’t we, ah this is my chance! Kuroo thought in his head. He’s about to speak about something important when you cut him off.

“It’s pretty hurtful knowing that my crush is actually turning against me and making me really suspicious..”

“[Name]--Wait, what?”

Kuroo just stood there while he looked at you picking your drinks. Processing what you just said, making him think of the fact that you two knew each other since you two were four years old. He knew when was the first time you got your scar by playing games outside, you also knew his first loss in volleyball, you both knew how you yearn and became fond of each other, you both knew that, you watched each other to get everything from meeting Kenma to choosing what club to join: and how, it’s just him and you.

“Oh, uh, I said I have a crush on you. And I like you.”

Kuroo just really stood there like that character that seems AFK from the game, he just stood there while looking at you and waiting for you to pull up a camera or something to prank him, to get back at him when you two are still playing Among Us, but no, it was just you confessing to him.

“Where did that come from?”

You uttered to yourself, feeling a little flustered about your sudden confession even though it came out really bold.

“Well, it’s our third year in highschool so, I thought I let you know..”

You hummed while still staring at the frozen Kuroo. He looked at you and there was no mischief behind your look, you just looked sincere and soft at the moment. A few seconds later, he just grabbed your wrist and pulled you closer to him as he embraced you and rested his chin to your head.

“Let’s pretend you didn’t say that because I want to confess first..”

You chuckled in his chest and nodded.

“I like you, a lot, [Name].”

And think it’s pretty safe to say that he’s got his win before even the match starts tomorrow.

The end -

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"--thinking all love ever does is break and burn, and end." // taylor swift (begin again, 2012)

would be a lie - gojo satoru genre: angst | notes: manga spoilers!, angsty gojo supremacy | 0.9k words - those three words that he saw as curse. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Upon meeting Gojo Satoru at his prime, you knew that this man would be your greatest enemy and greatest home, meeting Gojo Satoru isn’t like a tea in winter, it’s not like an iced tea on summer, meeting Gojo Satoru is like tasting a mint chocolate ice cream for the first time: that is meeting Gojo Satoru, you don’t know if you like the hint of sweet or like the hint of mint, because he is nowhere in between that two flavor.

But meeting him was one of your greatest cheers in life, you knew Gojo’s past because you lived in it, you were a part of it. You knew Geto Suguru became his first and only best friend as well as Shoko being his friend and human diary. But something made you feel closer to Gojo, because of all the pain he went through, he still chooses to be back to you, whether you may play a big or small part in his past he still chooses to go back to you.

You smiled at this thought because indeed, you knew Gojo more than you planned too: on how would you explain to him that you’re thankful that he let his guard down as you bring him an embrace, on how much you adore his body warmth to yours, on how you would catch him staring at you despite his blindfold, on how his mood suddenly shifts whenever you’re there, oh, and how could you thank him on how he would allow himself to fall asleep next to you when the night is chilly.

Such a cliche love story, if some would say but that’s just the thing, Gojo never really made it clear who you were, who are you in his life: because not even you could not explain if he’s toying with your emotion or just being him. You never knew what’s written on his mind, despite the fact he’s letting his guard or infinity around you it doesn’t mean the wall that he built is gone too.

Gojo was a man, having ten steps in his mind, ten steps onwards to the future, ten steps before you could even move. Despite the mixed signals he gave. You never seem to notice on how his blue eyes tend to show such sadness, that behind that strong persona he puts on, him: Gojo Satoru, is more than a jujutsu sorcerer, that person behind his blindfold and upholded persona is the one you wish to love, and you helping him to replace that sadness that he holds for too long, that you wish that hole in his heart will be replaced by you.

“Then, tell me..what are we Gojo? Cause--”

That was the question you asked him, to which he didn’t know what to say and you bet he thanked his students for calling him that time. You wished that he forgot that question but deep down you bid the gods that he will answer you with the answer you wish to hear, because how would you explain the deep embrace he give to you, how would you explain the long intertwining hands whenever you two are alone, how would you explain those lost and deep nights where he only showered you with taste of love? What is it, then?

When Gojo heard you asked the question, he felt his heart skip a beat, because you’re the only person he never wished to lie to. He thanked his students for saving him from your question. He trembled for a moment, for the thought that maybe you don’t want him anymore, you don’t wish to be at his side anymore. He feared that maybe you would find someone, but no, you wouldn’t do that.

Throughout the whole day he spent his time thinking of how he would answer you, because in the end of the day, in the middle of the night, he knew he would want to spend it with you. Because he knew, he was in love with you.

When he was about to go home, he felt your eyes staring at him when he first years arrived at the school, he saw your eyes lit up the moment you saw him, he saw you lit up all of the sudden when you saw him that made him calm and made his stomach feel those butterflies.

But that hole of sadness is much scarier, he thought that every moment he can lose you, just like how lost himself back then with his best friend. He engaged a deep sigh, shaking his head and believing that he is the strongest that he can protect you but he couldn’t shake the fact that maybe, some day, you will leave him and there’s nothing he can do. He loves you so much that he would do anything to protect you.

Love is indeed the most bitter curse, this is the taste of curse, because he already felt it, he tasted it already. He just wished to be happier, but this is too much, and when the night left the both of you, he finally answered your question.

“Cause, I love you, Satoru.”

Ah, this is where he wished to be himself, that he wished he lived like a normal man living with you. But just this once, he would like to lie, because you were the important piece in his life and he couldn’t bear to lose you. He sighed and when you heard him clear his throat, you knew you lost in this gamble, you lost in this taste of love or more like curse.

“[Name.], If I told you those eight letters...three words..it would be a lie.”

And maybe he did lose you after this night.

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