𝔗𝔦𝔪𝔢𝔩𝔢𝔰𝔰

Déjà-vu

The feeling of familiarity with situations, the persistent feeling of;

"I have lived/or seen, this before"

A French word meaning "already seen"

- I have feelings for you, please go out with me! - You said monotonously, without really expressing any feelings. He didn't even bother to take his statement somewhere private, but everyone around him didn't seem very interested, even because his statements had already become routine.

- No. - Said the boy with pitaya-colored hair, and a somewhat unique green glasses. Were they prescription glasses or just an accessory?

- Why? I even gave myself the effort to declare myself and write such an emotional letter. - You said, dramatizing every word you say.

He unfolded the letter, show the contents (or lack thereof) to you. - There's nothing written. -

- Because my feelings can't be described in words. -

- That's what you said to Yumehara yesterday. - he said, turning the lavender irises. ✨ Yare Yare✨

- Aah, really? not even a reaction? sheeesh - You took a pen from an extensive list out of your pocket, where some words were scrawled. It was where you wrote down the names of the people you already declared yourself to

Was there something about that foggy morning that made your stomach churn, something out of place? a nostalgic sensation, however, apparently unknown. The right words danced from the tip of his tongue until they left his mouth;

- 𝓭𝓸 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓰𝓮𝓽 𝓭𝓮𝓳𝓪 𝓿𝓾? -

After reciting those words that had a spell-like effect, the boy you were talking to became even more stoic than before (if that is even possible.) His pupils tightened, showing fear on his face. Something finally seemed to click into his subconscious, taking care of something that might have been overlooked.

You withdrew from class 3, as that was not really your classroom. You started declaring yourself to people in that room because you had already done it with everyone in your class.

- Anxious? - A girl asked her, she wore black-rimmed glasses, and had her hair cut in a Tomboy style. Her skin is white and red in places. -

- nor fucking, Kuro! I mean, why do I have to star in the play? - You screamed.

- You are talented! - She said with a smile.

- Dude, didn't Teruhashi want to star in the play too? she had everything to win, why me. - You put extra drama in the last sentence.

- y-o-u a-r-e t-a-l-e-n-t-e-d, (Y / N. - Kuromi repeated, emphasizing the words while spelling out. - I imagine she is angry. -

- It didn't look like it. - You answered lazily, with your head placed under the table. Kuromi held out a lollipop for you - Thanks, but I'm avoiding sweets. -

- Tsc - complained the black-haired, while putting the candy back in the pocket. - Kokomi always seemed to me to be a two-sided person. -

- Is that envy? - you replied laughing.

- Not even fucking! -

- Are you a passionate tsundere? -

- Goodbye. - And that's how the girl you affectionately nicknamed Kuro ignored you for the rest of the day.

(Y / n) (S/ N), she proclaimed herself a lucky girl. She was not incredibly beautiful which made things problematic, but also, she was not ugly to the point of being hated. She had a middle class family, so she lacked nothing. Her grades were not so good, but she excelled in literature and arts, she also had no problems with physical activities. (Y / N) I had a best friend, and people to talk to.
(Y / n) she Guaranteed to be a lucky girl, and maybe she shouldn't.
(Y / n) she was not a lucky girl. Not after all the "todays"
(Y / n) She was definitely not a lucky girl.

Finally the signal hit after the break. The students in room 3 seemed satisfied with the theater club event, as they would miss math class.
No one really realized that this has ever happened before.

- Ow, are you here because you changed your mind about the confission? - You asked this (maybe more than once, for more than one student) to the boy who declared himself earlier that day

- No. -

- No? -

- No! -

- No ~ - Narratively there is no punctuation to signify discouragement, so the author decided to break the fourth wall (which is strangely common in fanfics on this fandom) to explain the reason for the "~" - Maybe you change your mind after seeing me on stage, and finally get interested in me.

- Definitely not. -

(Y / N) was only right about one thing, and it was certainly the fact that it would become interesting for the boy "after" the play.

The auditorium was poorly lit, however, the stage sparkled with all the light directed towards it, leaving a comfortable shadow, in the narrator's personal opinion; a perfect climate for a lazy and cold day. In some corner, a figure surrounded by exaggerated shadow watched her figure without being noticed.

- Problem 1 met with Saiki, maybe that will become a problem. - Gritting her teeth, she turned around, finally in the makeshift backstage, as it was once used to store objects used in physical education.

(Y / N) Finally ran backstage, there were few people there, some who were in the play, the extra staff, Kuromi to support her, and shining as always; Kokomi, who seem to be disappointed that you showed up, but soon your expression changed.

- I was worried, I thought you wouldn't show up. - The teacher complained, visibly irritated.

- My bad. - You said showing your tongue, and putting your hand on the back of your neck.

- You missed the final rehearsal, I thought you would keep the protagonist - Kokomi said, visibly frustrated.

- She's the windhead. - Said Kuromi. - they should replace Hairo with her, he plays the protagonist, and she the tree.

Anyway, since the following facts are not so important, let's skip unimportant details. We moved on when all the lights went out.

Her heart leapt in her chest with the anxiety that grew more and more. The soundtrack to the beginning of the play had started, you were in your seat just waiting for the moment when the red curtains opened.

Narrator's point of view.

The lights finally came on, leaving the crimson shade of the curtain even more beautiful and strong, bordering on red. Slowly the curtain opened and something felt wrong. A crimson-colored liquid similar to the curtains was slowly oozing to the edge of the stage, where it finally dripped like a drop.
The curtain revealed a person lying under the floor, and the rest of the cast running over there, and screaming. The screams could not be heard, only seen by the audience of students, since their microphones did not even have a chance to be turned on.
Again the curtain gave us a taste more than the cast witnessed first hand; it was the body of (Y / N), it had a hand-wide opening in the from the shoulder to the middle of the back.

Kusuo Pov

For all the teenagers there, it was the most traumatic experience of their lives, and many vomited, ran away, or just became paralyzed by shock. Despite all circumstances, for the psychic boy it would also have been had it not been for a small detail;

This was the 13th that he witnessed the death of the same person, 13th in a row, in 13th different ways. And finally it clicked on him that it was a serious situation, not a nightmare, or a prediction.