He held it up to his ear and waited for the other line to pick up. Watching as Bokuto ran forward, Akaashi set the ball perfectly. He couldn't sleep because of his honest fascination with him. He sighed. In a matter of minutes, just as Akaashi had started to fidget, Bokuto spoke up. Surely enough, he noticed Kenma sitting in the seat next to Bokuto's bed. Akaashi drew in a breath, but found that he couldn't say anything. He walked home that day with a balled up blanket in his arms, a burgundy scarf around his neck, and nothing more from the hospital. Can't be that Akaashi has ffi it's genetic and really really really rare like there's only 45 families that have the gene for it and I doubt Akaashi's from one of those, I hate yet love how the fandom can come up with the most depressing things like bro Im still not over the fanart people made for it. "Get back into bed. It's so good that I hate it so much because the sheer amount of pain it caused me. He sat cross-legged, with a shirt on that was two sizes too big, and a hat that looked as if it had been placed on his head without his consent. Bokuto had his head turned away. and inhaled with frailty. He leaned his chin against the palm of his hand and chortled. "Drowning in something black, sort of like tar. ", Akaashi looked down. He could feel the ignorance emanating off of Bokuto's text messages. Despite this, it only seemed to make Bokuto laugh even harder. His frustration was unmasked. Kenma almost murmured the words. He turned his head slowly to look at Bokuto, and watched him as he lay in his arms. He found it strange, how Bokuto was the one walking around when he was the sick one out of the lot. Over the span of the six days, Akaashi found that the only things Bokuto could manage to swallow were small snacks, like grapes, ice cubes, and Pocky Sticks that were specifically strawberry flavored. If you watched Haikyuu, and anime, I would definitely recommend this ebook. The disembodied voice came from off screen. "Nice to meet you, Akaashi. Akaashi stared through the stranger. My last memory of Bokuto will not be of him sharply dressed, pale, stiff, and stuffed in a casket, surrounded by a countless amount of people who did not care for him at all until the day they heard about his death. Sho is shown to be a quiet and very polite boy. He strode to him quickly, cupping the already melting snow in his hands. He watched as Bokuto's smile faded instantly, his eyes having gone from half lidded to wide in a second. "Wait, what? But sometimes, he wouldn't answer certain questions, despite Akaashi asking them twice. My face was the only thing sticking out." Think that I'm beautiful?" He tried desperately to hold it in. ", Shrugging one shoulder, Akaashi grabbed his phone. Akaashi lifted his head in subtle interest. 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 used to be thicker. However, he is initially listless and pessimistic about his operation, as he has no will to live, thinking . He opened his notes application and held the device in front of Bokuto. It took a moment for Bokuto to respond, but after some time, he managed some words. Akaashi sat up straight and composed himself. He turned to look at Akaashi. "You're too loud, be quiet." Akaashi turned away and frowned. He kept his breathing controlled and steady for about forty minutes; he looked sound asleep, but was actually drifting between the real world and the dream realm. "No, I don't think so." He urged him to keep the blanket around him, but Bokuto insisted that he leave it behind. He didn't know how to react, didn't know what to do or say, but as he searched for the right words to speak, or the right thing to do, Akaashi found himself doing something he didn't expect of himself. Keeping in contact with me wouldn't be a good idea.". Akaashi never received another message in the remaining hour that he was awake. "You tremble when it's seventy degrees in the room. Minutes passed, and in time, Akaashi could feel Bokuto relaxing against him, the signs of fatigue finally wearing him down. Akaashi scowled. They shared the same navy blue knit blanket and huddled up beneath it, keeping each other warm in the best way that they could. He pulled himself closer to Bokuto, and nudged his face into the warmth of his neck. Mentally, he was more than ready to spike, but not so much physically. "I have to go, Bokuto." i like how you see the main character develop through their friendship and idk, it made me feel like they were soulmates who had a positive impact on each other. Is he here?". He didn't want to talk to anyone. "Hello. "There is no known cure, huh?" Akaashi pointed down the road. Pursing his lips timidly, Akaashi ceased to speak. 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. They don't know how to H-heal me, so" From beneath the blanket, Akaashi could see Bokuto's shoulders rise and fall. Something told him that those words weren't meant for the movie, but Akaashi shoved this thought away. "How many words are there? It was all still there, but there was something different about it all that puzzled Akaashi. He forced those words away and replaced them with new ones. He turned his head towards the window, away from Akaashi. "I can barely keep my eyes open by day, and can barely keep them closed by night." Kuroo's the heavier one. Akaashi's parents were intent on having him intern in a hospital nearby, so that he could stockpile more things that would look good on his resume, for future purposes. All I have to say is that this fucking broke me. (does that make sense?). It took time for Akaashi's words to reach him, but when they finally did, his face lit up as he broke out in laughter. 75. "Just Because" He replied in what almost sounded like a surprised tone. 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. "" Bokuto looked up to stare out the window again. "I didn't think you were going to make it today." His eyelids drooping and then snapping open again, Bokuto made a small sound. Akaashi knew this. Feeling that it would be rude to interrupt Bokuto's conversation with whoever the other person was, Akaashi strode over to the seats and sat one chair away from the gaming stranger. He could still remember the small details, like how Bokuto's starry shirt would slip off his shoulder every so often when he stirred in bed, and how the feel of Bokuto's weight on him would take his breath away. His mind wouldn't allow him to. "Fucking bullshit." But three hours can also feel like seven minutes. In Another Life LittleLuxray 4.68 768 ratings185 reviews Sleeping didn't come as easy as it used to. Akaashi chuckled with Bokuto, folding his arms in the process. Unless Bokuto was purposely playing the fool. Akaashi's eyes lowered, focusing on the arm that was attached to the hand that he was holding. ", "I Don't know." Sometimes I think I'm funny. When he exhaled, a puff of smoke left him. He rubbed the back of his neck. He zipped his jacket up to shield himself from the harsh winds that came his way and advanced forward. "They used to play volleyball together. Akaashi nodded once, and that was all that Bokuto needed to hear before he ran off to retrieve the ball. Akaashi flinched. It was Akaashi's way of letting Bokuto know that everything would be alright, and this would always comfort him, no matter the situation they were in. There's a storm coming. What normally would have pained someone to say, he delivered with ease, and with that same grin to boot. Bokuto was elated. Bokuto turned his head to catch another look out the window. I'm already three quarters done and I'm bawling my eyes out. "How are you feeling, Koutarou?". Bokuto covered his mouth and coughed suddenly. There was something strange about the excitement in his tone. "Were you sick? "Well, even if you wanted to, I wouldn't have an answer for you." I'm not quite sure if he dies from a heartbreak or not though, trying to find that out for myself. "Alright" He closed his eyes. Standing still, Akaashi remained in place for quite some time, his legs refusing to carry him further. Akaashi followed after knowing that Kenma was nearby. Dissociative identity disorder (DID) is a mental health condition. It was so weak and feeble, it could barely be heard, but it was there, and Akaashi could hear it, so that was enough for Bokuto. Akaashi felt that his words were a bit bitter, but he had no other way of telling Bokuto the truth. Bokuto mouthed an "Okay," before backing up several steps. Sho, known as Shawn in the US dub, is the male lead of The Secret World of Arrietty. It was a quiet laugh. It's another reason why I didn't want to pay Bokuto any visits." Bokuto was very different from everyone else Akaashi had ever met before him. An embarrassed chuckle escaped him. "Um Bokuto? He read up on the symptoms and blinked gently, a hand over his lips. Akaashi took an unnoticeable step back. He lay his cheek on the top of Akaashi's head and kept still, daring not to wake him. It caused him to open his eyes and look in Akaashi's direction, astonished. Akaashi remained in his faux sleeping position, feeling that it would take much more of an effort for him to open his eyes and check around than to stay dormant. His head slumped against his shoulder, and both his hands rested on his stomach. "Are you sure you should be going out in the cold like that?". I recommend everyone who has the heart for it, READ THIS FIC! He forced himself to stand after some time, tapping his fingers against his pants. He removed his slippers and waited at the entrance for his friend to enter. Are you alright?". "I know you aren't going to ask, so I'll just let you know. Quietly, he contemplated on whether he wanted to respond or not. "This is all so nostalgic." In the span of those three days, he had only acquired a little over four hours of sleep in total. In another life. He pushed Akaashi back this time. "Of course they do." He found he had nothing more to say. They asked about the blanket and the scarf, but they never asked about Bokuto. I've realized that I don't want to come here anymore. this broke my heart into tiny little pieces, I really don't know if I will ever be able to recover. Also, when people say they cried at something, at times it's not literal, it also might mean that it feels like they're going to cry or something like that. "But" Akaashi shocked himself with that one word. It had been three days since Bokuto's passing, and surely enough, sleep did not come to Akaashi as easily as it used to. "What if they've already found out? Heavy raindrops pelted against the window as Bokuto's frantic sounds filled the room. He turned his head to look out the window, eyeing the moon timidly. Playing off of this, Akaashi texted for Kuroo to send an image of himself for Bokuto to see. Dreaming.". Akaashi didn't even have to see his face to know that Bokuto was beaming. I may not be as sharp as I used to, but that whole 'Time flies when you're having fun,' rule still applies to me, even today.". "You don't like to see him like that, do you?". "Is your bed alright?" Kuroo froze. Keeping his eyes closed, Akaashi took in the feeling of this. Akaashi liked it when this happened. If I remember correctly.". Akaashi sighed to himself, frustrated with how easily he'd given in to Bokuto's begging. "I'll get us some water." He chuckles. No one likes to find out that someone they care about is sick Much less diagnosed with a disease that can't be cured.". He looked around and moved his fingers, trying to make out a phone. The sky was already black. He kept himself against Bokuto and held onto him with what little strength he had left in him. Akaashi sighed and lazily dragged his finger along the d-pad. DID is usually caused by past trauma. Akaashi's eyes widened, his emotions now falling victim to a strange mix of fear and fury. It wasn't necessarily a bow. Was it bad? Akaashi stepped in and shut the door behind him. "Please hold onto it, Bokuto.". "Why are you so fond of the snow, Bokuto?". "Get over here." It was the weakest sound Akaashi had ever heard. Did he really think he was admitted to a hospital just because he was having trouble sleeping? "What are you doing? He praises others while shouting that he's the best at everything he does. He couldn't bring himself to read over the last four words of the text again and ultimately shut off his phone. He didn't care, nor did he think he would care in the near future. He must have been. It wasn't long before Akaashi had leaned his head on Kuroo's shoulder, as he, too, fell victim to the sorrow that slowly ate him alive. "Well then, if you had a second chance" Akaashi hesitated. It was frustrating, it was infuriating, and it was overall saddening, but Akaashi could not show any of this. "Impressive." Whatever was left of Akaashi's smile faded. Akaashi bounced the ball off the floor twice. He watched the ball roll further away from them, and expected to see Bokuto trailing it, but instead saw nothing. A gust of icy wind charged its way into the room in an instant, draining the warmth from everything it touched. Akaashi said bitterly as he hobbled up the stairs. It seemed more along the lines of an act of affection, or at least as affectionate as Kenma could get, which wasn't much. I guess I can wait that long. Kind of confusing, but good. Don't Come telling m-me now that you Have only been coming here every day because y-you wanted to.". Alarmed, he snapped around quickly. His emerald eyes met golden ones. He blinked weakly and slid his fingers down the sides of his phone, a sign of weariness that he could not disobey. 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. ", "So I can't sleep." January 19th, 6:40pm. But Akaashi now couldn't find it in himself to sleep. He held it in his shaking hands and closed his eyes in an attempt to try and find sleep again. There anymore? Ever since Bokuto's last panic attack, it had suddenly become more difficult for him to control his words, movements, and actions altogether. Kuroo? It was his best and only way to hide his pain. to watch kuroo slowly die was a kind of pain i didn't know existed. Akaashi's phone vibrated against his forehead. "I told you I had my moments every so often.". "I'm sorry. "It did at first, when I didn't understand why. This would have me to conclude that he had Bipolar 1, or possibly Cyclothymia Disorder, which has brief periods of mania and depression. "I would hope so." So i havent seen ppl talking about this so i m guessing i m the only one who thinks this and its prolly CRAZY but HEAR ME OUT i think akaashi is now have same disease as bokuto and first he coulndt fell asleep and now he is also seeing hallucinations and prolly he will also die like bokuto but the diffrence being he was there for bokuto but sadly there will be no one by his side and he will die alone but surely with a smile on his face cause he can finally meet bokuto in after life. "I don't think I want to ask about the symptoms of this illness.". It almost sounded as if Bokuto were talking to himself. Sho has navy blue/black hair and brown eyes. Akaashi was at a loss for words. The same thing happened to him some two and a half months ago. Bokuto closed his eyes after that, one hand resting on the side of his head. Hunter's new YA thriller about a girl who learns that she may have been kidnapped as a child, and must race to uncover the truth about her past before she winds up a victim. Of all the things that Bokuto found most endearing of the movie, Akaashi never thought it would be that. Hesitating, he turned, pivoting on one foot to stare back at the small one who sat by his lonesome. Unnerved, he spoke up again. "Everything you say is so straightforward. "Goodbye.". It was then that Bokuto's eyes blinked in realization, and slowly but surely, he moved his lips to answer. It was strange how the less Bokuto asked, the more Akaashi found himself saying. His company did not seem like the type to socialize so openly, so he figured simple inquiries would do just fine, especially if he kept them to a minimum. Akaashi paused and gripped the strap of his bag. A cool breeze passed through the garden just then, and in the distance, Bokuto held on tight to the burgundy knit scarf around his neck to keep warm. "It's warm-" Bokuto exhaled and shuddered once he was inside, slipping off his shoes. Akaashi knew that running probably wasn't the best thing that he should have been doing, but he said nothing about it. what disease did, bokuto have in another lifeturkish airlines flight 981 victims. Bokuto followed, his arm still around him. "Yes?" He waves goodbye to his sister, shuts the door, and then walks to school, taking in a breath of the cool morning air. He only bundled himself up in the sheets that surrounded him. Akaashi watched as one of Bokuto's hands twitched involuntarily, and to his dismay, it wouldn't stop. [Uh, sure. He leaned back in his chair. And here he is". Akaashi twisted his lips to the side and decided to bring up something else. That night, he dreamt of the first night Bokuto had come over his home.

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