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DO I KNOW YOU?

Batch_of_cookies

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LECTURES 10,698
Votes 421
Chapitres 24
Durée 1h 16m

Batch_of_cookies

"After looking for him for years...
I have finally found him 
again...
I'll have the chance to hold him
tight.... 
To see his radiant smile illuminate
my world once again..."

Those were my thoughts when I finally found my old friend, my first love, Tetsuya Kuroko...
But as I approached him, he seem to not notice me, even though I'm right there infront of him walking towards him... He seem to...not know me.

But I erased that thought out of my head I said to myself 'why wouldn't he remember me?!' ...

But when I called his name, he looked at me with curiousness then he said the most painful thing I could ever hear from the person I loved the most... 'Do I know you?...'Tous Droits Réservés

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I never thought I would return to thank you..., écrit par BrokenAngelsMind

I can't get the image of a beaten Tetsuya out of my mind. Could he be bullied? No it can't be, he's practically invisible... But there is no other explaination to this, Tetsuya has been acting strange lately as well. There was something off with him. If the way he moved didn't give the hint, then the wincing and slow reactions every now and then would. "Is there something wrong?" I ask following him, seeing his eyes widden for a moment then go back to the normal blank again in the next, as if it never happened. "It's not your problem anyway..." I was enraged, but Tetsuya left, not giving me a chance to threaten him or to pursue him further into telling me. Damn it Tetsuya! I will find out what's going on. ~ How? How did he find out? Why did he even notice? ... why would he even care?... "Everyone split in two teams. We're having a match." The coach yelled and blew his whistle. Everyone did as they were told and soon I found myself facing Haizaki's goons, their smiles sending shivers down my spine. Well, I'm screwed either way.

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Over The Fence - Kuroo Tetsurō, écrit par Haiiberu

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Hiroki Mori: Re: Born cover

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Basuke | AkaKuro cover

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LUMINANCE (COMPLETED) cover

THE_STREET_KID_ cover

Hiroki's Indomitable Iron Spirit(kokujin no tenkousei) fanfic cover

Faking It (OHSHC) cover

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Hiroki Mori: Re: Born

Five years of nothing but pain and heartbreak, Hiroki mori is now 17 and in his Junior year in Highschool. One day he meet's a transfer student named Jay, and his life hasn't been the same since. This is Hiroki Mori: Re: Born, a Kokujin no Tenkousei fan fic