He didn't look into any of the rooms. He started on his way. Just then, Akaashi's lips parted in realization. Haikyuu!! I am still crying. This time, Kuroo was the one to grunt, the sound coming from deep within his chest. Akaashi avoided looking into them. The disappointment in his voice was clear. When Bokuto was like this, Akaashi would normally look away to spare himself the sight of it all. He reached a hand out to turn on the lamp that sat on his nightstand. Akaashi squirmed in discomfort. His hand held onto one of Bokuto's very thin arms, and his thumb would occasionally rub up and down to comfort him. Do something As if he were one of the living dead, Akaashi forced one leg forward, then the next, until he was touching the bed side. He swallowed thickly. You? "Things happen.". He couldn't look at his face. I know that you know that, too And yet you still stick by me.". Akaashi remained in place with the thought in mind that Bokuto would respect his personal space and sit a foot or two away from him, but to his apparent surprise, Bokuto leaned his head on Akaashi's shoulder and slipped an arm around him. ", Confused and mildly shocked, Akaashi made a face. He just breathed now. This book was absolutely fantabulous. Sitting back, he reached a hand out and paused the movie that'd been on screen. "Watch it." "I'm not leaving, Koutarou." When he exhaled, a puff of smoke left him. Bokuto turned his head to catch another look out the window. This is why I never read Major Character Death. A sugar replacement used in many stevia, monk-fruit, keto and other reduced-sugar products marketed for weight loss and diabetes has been linked to stroke, heart attack and early death, a new . "I'm fine now.". He felt as if all the air had been squeezed out of his body by the words that Bokuto had spoken. He recoiled with a grunt. Bokuto's breathing was quiet, and his hand never really remained still for a long time. "I'm Holding it now.". Akaashi inhaled quietly. Thank you for stopping by, your interest means everything to me. Wincing a bit, Akaashi squinted at his phone screen. I, personally, don't cry at a lot of stuff (I just feel sad), and it's different from person to person. "Akaashi?" Another sigh was forced out, even heavier this time. Bokuto had nothing more to say after that. Akaashi watched him and zipped up his jacket. It had been some time since Akaashi set foot into that hospital. The nickname popped into Akaashi's head for a brief second. The both of them didn't exchange any words after that, ending the conversation just as suddenly as it had started. They were the only two in the gym. Akaashi did not give him time to react to this as he moved closer still, and when he was close enough, he lowered his head to lean it on Bokuto's shoulder. "Don't call me that." Akaashi pressed play, and a video of Kuroo started to play. Akaashi could feel Bokuto's enthusiasm through his text messages. "See, look." They don't pay much attention to me anyways!". He dreamt of nothing in particular that night. Bokuto didn't respond. Don't Come telling m-me now that you Have only been coming here every day because y-you wanted to.". This one.". Once he saw this, Kenma picked himself up from his seat, put his hands at his side, and bowed his head. "Of this hospital. Bokuto stared off in the distance from beyond the net, his face carrying a confused expression. "Because you said you were okay, and I knew you weren't.". The disembodied voice came from off screen. It was cold and shook in short bursts. He closed his eyes in a slow blink and kept his breathing quiet. "You tremble when it's seventy degrees in the room. I don't regret meeting you.". "Do you want your scarf back?" Akaashi inhaled slowly. "Fine by me! I never asked to be emotionally destroyed . I am weak.If anyone here has also watched, and enjoyed, the movie Cloud Atlas, then I hope this hits closer to home than usual.I really hope that whoever reads this enjoys. Akaashi placed it in between his fingers, and Bokuto retracted his hand to hold the biscuit snack against himself. "Yes.". A hand reached up to push through his own messy locks. YES! But as each second passed, Akaashi could feel his own pain building up more and more within him. It would cause less spasms to grip Bokuto's body, allowing him to unwind more than he usually could. Hesitant fingers that ghosted over Akaashi's forehead in order to push a loose strand of hair away. Trying so hard to fit in that small amount of sleep that would get him through the next day, and Akaashi wanted to help. My sister told me to read it, since I really don't cry. Two hours had passed since their last words towards each other, yet Akaashi still lay awake in bed. Sleeping didn't come as easy as it used to. Akaashi reached his hand up to rub the back of his neck roughly, administering a feeling of discomfort to one area in order to ignore the pain that threatened to swallow his heart. With barely an ounce of strength left, Bokuto pulled himself up a tad to get a better look outside. He strode to him quickly, cupping the already melting snow in his hands. His answer was cold, but it did not seem to cut through the other's pleasant mood. Apathy-kun. It had been two months since Bokuto's visit over his home, and ever since then, Akaashi found that making his way to the hospital had become a daily routine for him. He made it home without so much as a hello to his parents who sat in the living room. i'm internally SOBBING. He held his breath, then proceeded to ask again. His ability to speak left him soon after. Hesitating for only a second, he reached his hand out and took the device into his hands. He studied the small needle that was lodged into Bokuto's forearm, eyed the thin tube that was attached to this, and followed it up to the bag of IV fluid that hung above his head. So he didn't care anymore. Kuroo's the bigger one. He reached a hand out and touched Bokuto's forehead. Asking around here and there, the male put little to no effort in finding out where he could go to sign up for what. Akaashi made sure to take a mental picture of this before he looked down and closed his eyes. Long time.". His quiet chuckle was louder than Bokuto's wholehearted laugh. Bokuto tucked his hands into the pockets of his hood, his shoulders hunching. Akaashi's arm cautiously wrapped itself around Bokuto's broad shoulders. "I would hope so." Akaashi followed after knowing that Kenma was nearby. His head rested on mine with the weight of someone's who's unconscious.". All I have to say is that this fucking broke me. Think that I'm beautiful?" Posted by: Category: Sem categoria . Bokuto's eyes widened. Akaashi never received another message in the remaining hour that he was awake. "I told you I would" He all but murmured against Bokuto's shoulder. "He does. He glanced to the side. Once it did, Akaashi was greeted with a, "Hello?". Akaashi's eyes widened, his emotions now falling victim to a strange mix of fear and fury. His head was cocked back as he surveyed the gym. Don't you have it in your laptop? Akaashi drew in a breath, but found that he couldn't say anything. I was the only one willing to give it to him." He blinked sluggishly. That's how much he supposedly weighs now? He only accepted my company. He smiled. He sat in his room for the majority of the day, and had spent at least six hours awake until he'd picked his phone up in his hands again. Kuroo froze. He struggled to raise a hand, and slowly he twirled his index finger in circles at the side of his head. He nudged the bridge of his nose against the cool skin. In its latest offering, 'Another Life', it has 'Battlestar Galactica' star, Katee Sackhoff, play the role of a woman who leads a team of astronauts into deep space to discover the . There was almost a hint of sarcasm in his voice. So he stayed in place, holding onto Bokuto, taking in his company for one last time before he'd never see him again. He used to be thicker. "Drowning in something black, sort of like tar. Bokuto had his head turned away. I know a gymnasium we can go to], [Is that too long a wait? Bokuto was very different from everyone else Akaashi had ever met before him. "Hey- Akaashi, right? June 2, 2022 by by He watched as Bokuto's chest rose and fell with each breath that kept him alive. It was cold. "I don't want you to grow any m-more attached to me th-than y-you already are. "You've had two panic attacks this week already, and your hallucinations are getting worse. You had a nightmare? Take a seat." the chaotic, crazy, happy-when-he's-not-in-emo-mode bokuto crying absolutely broke me. Out in the dead of night stood Bokuto, with the burgundy knit scarf around his neck, a jacket, jeans, and slippers. Bokuto looked back up and thought for a moment, then nodded. "I don't think I want to ask about the symptoms of this illness.". Sunlight broke into the room, cascading all along the walls and floor, and casting shadows all around. Those yellow eyes were gleaming. Kuroo echoed the words in agreement. "So How are you taking all of this, if I may ask? "Well, I'll be going now.". A small thumb rubbed at the system's screen to remove a smudge. He couldn't bring himself to read over the last four words of the text again and ultimately shut off his phone. You sleep if you want to. Akaashi would answer his questions coldly, with little to no emotion, but Bokuto would cherish these answers and retort with excitement in his tone. He watched Bokuto with a wary gaze, unaware of what he was to say next. Bokuto was bursting with emotion. What is it?" But as he spoke about his favorite scene, Akaashi could sense a powerful vibe coming from him One that wasn't there before. Akaashi was glad. Akaashi looked up from his phone after sending the message and turned his head to notice that Bokuto was once again staring at him with acute interest. There was silence, and then there was a sound. His undivided attention was on Bokuto. You'll still be the best. I thought it was what you wanted". Akaashi looked at his phone to read the sentence. In what you want to say, I mean?". Akaashi woke with a start that same night, his strangled shouts having pulled him from his sleep. Getting into the groove, Akaashi follows his routine of preparing for school. Kuroo bid Bokuto farewell for the time being, while Kenma made his way downstairs to exit the building. They don't know how to H-heal me, so" From beneath the blanket, Akaashi could see Bokuto's shoulders rise and fall. more depressing than the outsiders. Akaashi sighed. Akaashi shifted, leaning in the direction of where he'd come from. [Verse 2 . His heart beat a mile a minute, he found it difficult to swallow, and one of his legs bounced up and down rapidly. He found it strange, how Bokuto was the one walking around when he was the sick one out of the lot. The cold was no longer a factor to Akaashi. sutton united average attendance; The air was bitter and cold, and it hit Bokuto like a slap to the face as another gust of wind forced its way into the hospital room. t had been some time since Akaashi set foot into that hospital. ", "Comforting?" Akaashi balled his hand into a fist, mentally scolding himself for the present lack of emotion in his voice. His voice was hushed, gentle. What sat upon the screen was not what he thought it would be, but rather A simple compliment. Akaashi took a glance out the window, only to instantly throw on his clothes and toss his bag over his shoulders. So when they say they found each other, I think it means that Bokuto found Akaashi even after he died, and Akaashi knew it was really Bokuto in his dream, so he found Bokuto. "Keep in touch, Akaashi.". Akaashi leaned back in his seat. His voice was solemn. He touched his forehead to Bokuto's shoulder, which only earned a laugh from him. "Oh- you can move." Akaashi watched Bokuto, listening to every word he said. Akaashi listened to the quickened rate of Bokuto's still beating heart, and knew that this was his response to his words. their spirits found each other again as they moved on to "another life". It took him some time to get down what he wanted to say, but after several minutes, he withdrew his hand. "I understand, but I still have to go." He read up on the symptoms and blinked gently, a hand over his lips. "Me too" Bokuto's eyes never left Akaashi. A mere two minutes outside had turned into two hours. Once the second sob had left him, he felt himself spiraling. 15 jun. After a moment, he finally spoke. Akaashi paused for a long moment and said nothing for a while. "And my hallucinations aren't all that bad. I can't Sl..eep. "I spiked it perfectly just now! "Fucking bullshit." "But" Akaashi shocked himself with that one word. But as he thought of it, as he narrowed down the true meanings of both phrases, he ultimately could not decide which of the two were more horrifying. It was then that Bokuto's eyes blinked in realization, and slowly but surely, he moved his lips to answer. I read 5 sad hq ff cz I'm a broken idiot and the galaxy is endless and in another life hurt me on such a deep level. Pointing a finger down the hall, a small assistant nurse directed Akaashi to a different desk, one where he would be able to find more information on the subject. Taking the ball in his hands, Akaashi aimed for the approximate location as to where Bokuto would spike the ball. The discomfort could be heard in Bokuto's voice. He wore a confused expression, wondering just what the other had meant by that word. From: Bokuto (Sent July 29th at 11:56 PM). He turned his head to look out the window, eyeing the moon timidly. He inhaled audibly, and Akaashi could hear a scratching sound. Bokuto stuck his head out of the window slightly and kept it there as the snowflakes fell all around him. It was an awful thing to do, but Akaashi knew full well that none of it was intentional on Bokuto's part. Bokuto kept his finger up, then moved his hand to point it at himself. Akaashi relaxed himself against his mattress and closed his eyes, a powerless yawn leaving him. Akaashi grew silent and knitted his fingers together on his stomach, his head relaxing into his pillow. "What? "There's something about Bokuto that doesn't sit well with me. Unnerved, he spoke up again. It was his attempt at brightening the mood, or "being funny," as some called it, but alas, his words had fallen flat on the ground as he received another silent reply from Bokuto. He wanted nothing more than to push him away, throw away the forms, and never set foot into that hospital again, but for some strange and irritating reason, Akaashi found it difficult to deny Bokuto. "Yeah. Not me llorando a la 1am por culpa de esto. Bokuto's voice rang out from the room this time. But Akaashi knew that this wasn't the case. He wasted no time ascending the steps needed to get to the part of the hospital where he'd almost reached all that time ago. "I won't leave you." I was in tears for most of the hours it took me to read it, and when I finished, I legitimately sobbed so hard I woke up sick the next morning. The tiny snowflakes deteriorated in the warmth of his palm, leaving a small puddle behind. "Impressive." "I used to handle the cold better than this." Bokuto looked exhausted beyond belief, yet there he stood, excited to make his way to the gymnasium. i felt sad abt it, im jus really confused at the ending, like was it a dream, hallucination, afterlife,etc? He threw it open and faced Bokuto, who was jogging to him with a smile and a shiver in each step. Akaashi had looked up from his phone and stuffed it into his jacket pocket as the energetic hospital patient made his way across the lot. He moved in his seat and sat straight against the head of the bed, then looked down at Bokuto. He held it to his nose with some difficulty and breathed in the strawberry scent, then let his arm fall. and akaashi replies with "You found me." "Get over here." "Was he ever fond of them? "And that's Kenma for you" Kuroo groaned as he repositioned himself in bed, and then he smiled. "Give me a break here." Akaashi inhaled deeply and closed his eyes, his eyebrows knitting together as his brow creased. Akaashi sat at the edge of Kuroo's bed, and he stared out the window without focus. "Why did you stop so suddenly? He was wasting time, asking for something that he did not want in the least. "I refuse to go. "I'm not coming back to visit him anymore. Akaashi stared through the stranger. "So Three hours is nothing." After three sets, there was another hit, and another cheer from the former ace. what disease did, bokuto have in another life. After a moment of trying to gather himself, Bokuto choked out two simple words with quivering lips. His eyes locked onto Bokuto's. He waves goodbye to his sister, shuts the door, and then walks to school, taking in a breath of the cool morning air. In his silence, Bokuto wept to himself, fat tears rolling down his cheeks in numbers. I'll be sure to bring my laptop when I visit. Their walking then slowed to a halt, and it was then that Akaashi had become aware of the new individual who'd invaded his personal space. It was moments like these that made Akaashi realize just how much of an innocent soul Bokuto really was. His body jerked with each sob that was torn from him, his frame curling to bring himself closer. Akaashi didn't know why he had this effect on him, but he did, and that was all that mattered to him. They remained speechless in each other's company for several minutes before Bokuto actually spoke up, his voice sounding like nothing more than a mere whisper. He turned his head and met Akaashi's gaze with weary, well rested eyes. He was extremely pale, and somehow thinner than before, but he kept that same smile on his face. Normally he would have been red with irritation from the sound of such irksome persistence, but the smile that would claim Bokuto's face whenever he agreed to something would make Akaashi forget all about how frustrated he was. Minutes passed, and in time, Akaashi could feel Bokuto relaxing against him, the signs of fatigue finally wearing him down. Every now and then, it would come to him that Bokuto was only twenty years old, and that fact would only weigh Akaashi down even more than it usually did. ", "It passed." He pulled and tugged at them restlessly. He started on his way without so much as a second glance in the other's direction. Though Bokuto's speaking skills weren't as good as they used to be, he was still the more talkative one out of the two. I thought you fell asleep.]. Why the hell did this have to happen to him? He turned his head slowly to look at Bokuto, and watched him as he lay in his arms. Why do I let him do this? "Please, it will only take a second. This is one of the best fics, no, pieces of writing full stop that I've ever read! "Fatal Familial Insomnia? Akaashi chuckled with Bokuto, folding his arms in the process. "They Aren't really there, are they?" ", "I Don't know." "I don't like to see him like that, either. No one could hear me. "Why do you watch me like that?" But always, he'd receive nothing. When this would happen, he'd pull a frustrated expression for only a moment before his face grew too tired to hold it any longer. He pressed pause on his PSP and tapped one end of it against his open palm. Akaashi shoved his visitor lightly. It took some time, but he finally answered. "If it isn't too much trouble, may I come over?". Exhaling heavily, Akaashi turned to look at the desk near his bed. He expected to hear a whine of resistance from him, but instead received nothing. He suffered no nightmares, nor did he see anything remotely close to a dream. But even if he has, that's not what I meant." "The movie kept me company. "I don't Want you to Watch me decay. "I Don't Usually text," Akaashi murmured. On the first night out of the three, Akaashi flat out refused to get any rest in fear of suffering another night terror. pathfinder: kingmaker hour of rage challenge armag . Here too" His voice was weaker than before, if possible. ", Akaashi was straightforward, but he wasn't heartless. You always do.". They are my favorite ship in Haikyuu, so typing this makes little to no sense to me. "I'm sorry. I won't let you go. It was the only normal thing to do, considering how he was the one who was suffering from said disease. His eyes lighting up, Bokuto straightened his back and fished his hand into his pocket. His eyelids drooping and then snapping open again, Bokuto made a small sound. Akaashi cast a weary look in Bokuto's direction, gave a nod, and continued on his way until he was out of the building. He didn't want to be the one to say no to someone who had little to nothing left in his life. Kuroo spoke to him, and Akaashi listened and often responded. "Ninety-seven pounds, right? Are you busy?". [I'm excited for you to come over tomorrow! "That's interesting". They meet, and they cherish their memories until Bokuto dies. He held his face against the corpse's neck, just beneath the jawline, breathing in all that was left of Bokuto. "You can sit anywhere." I finished this months ago but it still hurts and just thinking about it makes me cry. It's ridiculous.". He walked ahead quickly, straight into the room. His eyes stared forward, uninterested in the information desk several meters from him. Despite him being the one who asked, Bokuto held onto it tightly. Akaashi eyeballed the small male for a long second, knowing that he wouldn't look up to catch him. "I guess you can Just as long as you're feeling better. To this, Bokuto's arm fell and rested lightly on his stomach. It was a reaction that Akaashi was not expecting in the least, but he played off his surprise and only managed an, "I see.". "So we were going to step outside for a minute or two in order to get this owl to shut up.". Please consider turning it on! "I can barely keep my eyes open by day, and can barely keep them closed by night." Once Bokuto noticed this, he turned his head and slowly rolled away. The both of them had sat down long ago, leaving Bokuto and Kuroo to their own business as they wandered about and waved their arms around in their animated way of speaking. He didn't seem like one to say goodbye or hello for that matter, so both Akaashi and Bokuto didn't pay any mind to it. Bokuto flinched hard enough to make the bed shake. Akaashi was dumbfounded. He did not seem to take offense easily. Bokuto would wince and snap back to reality the way someone would when they dreamt they were falling. He didn't care. As much as he didn't want to believe it, Akaashi wanted so badly to help. "Do you want to watch a movie?". Silently and almost in fascination, Bokuto stared at Akaashi once again, longer this time before he looked up, then down, then away. Confused, Bokuto glanced over at him. They shared each other's company in silence for what felt like the length of five minutes, and in that time, Akaashi never once looked to the side to catch a glimpse at Kuroo. His eyes gave away just how much he missed his friend. What was he to say? He couldn't sleep for about an hour after the text, but ultimately slipped off to sleep. Those honey-hued eyes took in all that they could of Akaashi's laughing face. Bokuto gazed at Akaashi, almost in wonder. "I've been cooped up in this place for too long. "Get back into bed. Bokuto's laughter died down and he closed his eyes. "Stop trying to act like this isn't such a big deal You may not think it is, but I" He paused and reached his arms out to get in another shove. Such an energetic texter, Bokuto was. "Is your bed alright?" Akaashi pursed his lips and nodded once. They find eachother again, and it's a happy ending. At first, Akaashi thought nothing of it. Once there, Bokuto pulled his hand from Akaashi's and leaned it against the windowsill. "So I figured if you left now You Wouldn't have to And it wouldn't h-hurt so much". His golden eyes searched the room for Akaashi. He turned his attention back to the only other in the room. "I see" Akaashi nodded once. His eyes were glued to Akaashi's, and Akaashi found that he was unable to look away. "It's been over three hours, actually. Did he really think he was admitted to a hospital just because he was having trouble sleeping? ", "It's fine. He tried to open his mouth to say them, but he performed another action instead. Bokuto stood at the side of Akaashi's bed. His voice was gentle, light on Bokuto's ears. At one point in his dream, Akaashi looked out the window. A sheepish grin curled Akaashi's lips. He looked at him and exhaled through his nose quietly. Both hands had clasped around Bokuto's own now, quavering without pause. Freezing in his seat, Akaashi read the words ten times over before he finally looked up. He reached a hand out and took Bokuto's hand in his own. Nov 3, 2020 - Read Fan art (2) from the story In another life bokuto x akaashi by bakutosbigbooty with 18,728 reads. "Are you sure you should be going out in the cold like that?". At some point during their walk home from the gym, Akaashi had agreed for Bokuto to spend the night at his house. He wouldn't always get answers, Akaashi was aware of this, but he would still ask him things. Surely enough, he noticed Kenma sitting in the seat next to Bokuto's bed. For what felt like an eternity, Bokuto typed the words on Akaashi's phone. The day was strangely chilly, with an occasional breeze now and then, causing the browning leaves to rustle in the trees above. He'd usually ask yes or no questions, ones that were easy for Bokuto to answer with a nod or shake of the head. Because I wasn't, then. He only sniffed on occasion, and shifted in place, but never did he say anything to oppose Akaashi's decision. Bokuto followed, his arm still around him. His mind wouldn't allow him to. It was warm on him, certainly something that one would find comforting, but as he stirred in bed, he was certain that something was off. He looked around in weary haste, but calmed quickly once his memory had returned to him. Surprised, Akaashi gave Bokuto his attention again. He quickly got up from the bed and walked off. No one was bothered by him, so there he stood. He'd nodded off for a brief moment, with his arms crossed and his head resting on a thick bundle of pillows. ", "His entire body was relaxed. This time, a weak sound left Bokuto's throat through a closed mouth, and he nodded. In no time, Akaashi is ready and prepared for school. Akaashi set his phone down and leaned back slowly, resting the back of his head against his pillow. You don't look like shit." "All I can say is that sleeping doesn't come as easily as it used to." We also all know how Bokuto also gets really depressed (Bokuto's emo mode) in the middle of matches. It seemed that, after finally hearing his pent up thoughts aloud, they had frayed his nerves more than he thought they would. He moved forward. They sat heavily in the pit of his stomach, churning and pestering him, urging him to throw up. "What would you have chosen to say?". He figured it was already past five in the afternoon. "Yes." (See the end of the work for more notes.). Even if it's just a little bit." He removed his slippers and waited at the entrance for his friend to enter. He looked at Akaashi with heavy lidded eyes. He urged him to keep the blanket around him, but Bokuto insisted that he leave it behind. They were fingers. Been here for about Four weeks now." As Akaashi said this, he held out an arm, as if readying himself for some sort of hug. Anything is fine." Akaashi raised his eyebrows. But even so, Bokuto still suffered from trembling spells, and they would come in small, short bursts and last only several seconds before his body became too weak to keep it up. That night was no different as Akaashi repeated this action for the twentieth time that day, his thumb scrolling up and down for minutes on end until he finally came to a stop. This would have me to conclude that he had Bipolar 1, or possibly Cyclothymia Disorder, which has brief periods of mania and depression. Bokuto was afraid to wake Akaashi. Dreaming.". It lit Bokuto's face up just enough for Akaashi to take in those healthy features that were staring back at him. "It's just how I am. "No, no, no, no-" He pulled away from the windowsill and ran out of his room, straight downstairs and to the front door. He found it strange, how Bokuto was the one . He watched Bokuto's fingers curl around the phone, and his hand slowly backed away. His breathing was controlled, much like one of a person's who was actually asleep. Looking up at Akaashi with eager eyes, as if he'd been asked the question out of his own free will, Bokuto gladly answered. This time, Bokuto directed his attention to Akaashi. Akaashi didn't want to bring up the fact that Bokuto probably would no longer possess the ability to walk by the time any snow did get a chance to fall, so he kept his mouth shut. He was nothing more than a blanket with a head. At other times, he would just tell him things that were on his mind.
Robert Trent Jones Net Worth, Aryan Vs Dravidian Features, Quickvue Covid Test Sensitivity And Specificity, Miwok Aquatics Center, Articles W