He stalked over to the other side of the bed, where he would be able to look at Bokuto's face. He circled around the male, apologizing flatly before he continued on. He took his time, the thought of removing it killing him faster than the disease itself. Akaashi felt his chest rise. "I know." "If you would please listen." "Get inside." His voice a mere murmur, Akaashi moved closer to Bokuto, then resumed to lie down on his back, his head slightly elevated with the pillows that sat behind him. With what little strength he had left, Bokuto beamed. Stuffing his phone in his pocket, Akaashi shrugged. what disease did, bokuto have in another life. " Is that why you came here? Akaashi pulled Bokuto back inside. Very happy to have met you. He returned Bokuto's gaze, then looked down quickly afterwards. His breathing was heavy, his heart rate quicker than usual; Akaashi could feel his heart pounding in his throat, making it difficult to swallow. With his hand clinging to his neck, he slowly looked up to find that Akaashi was staring back at him with vacant eyes, void of all known emotion. It felt strange, not falling asleep against Bokuto's body, but Akaashi knew that he would have to get used to this form of sleeping by his lonesome once again. I'm already three quarters done and I'm bawling my eyes out. He was wasting time, asking for something that he did not want in the least. In his silence, Bokuto wept to himself, fat tears rolling down his cheeks in numbers. In no time, Bokuto was standing in front of Akaashi, eager in every way to make it to the gymnasium. "What's the big deal? i dont normally include fanfics but i read this one months ago and every time i remember it, i sob uncontrollably so i felt like it deserved a place on my profile, T-T. Is it weird to say that this is my comfort fic?? Bokuto grabbed Akaashi's hands with his own. I like to think of this as the, of course, depression part of his Bipolar. "Well, I'll be going now.". A gasp escaped Bokuto. "No, it's alright. "May I ask your name?" He couldn't find his pulse. It wasn't like Bokuto to question what he said in such a straightforward fashion. They sat heavily in the pit of his stomach, churning and pestering him, urging him to throw up. "I know You hate hosp-itals. ", Confused and mildly shocked, Akaashi made a face. Akaashi would answer his questions coldly, with little to no emotion, but Bokuto would cherish these answers and retort with excitement in his tone. If you watched Haikyuu, and anime, I would definitely recommend this ebook. Kuroo." As Akaashi said this, he held out an arm, as if readying himself for some sort of hug. Feeling an amount of guilt build up within his chest, Akaashi pulled out his phone just as quickly as he'd hid it away. He leaned his chin against the palm of his hand and chortled. Bokuto closed his eyes after that, one hand resting on the side of his head. Akaashi snorted softly and leaned back in his seat. His eyes lighting up, Bokuto straightened his back and fished his hand into his pocket. "That's interesting". "This is Akaashi. The ending is Akaashi dreaming, but Bokuto's soul/spirit is with Akaashi in his dream, and Bokuto "found him" In another life. Don't worry about it.". "Let's just go.". He watched the ball roll further away from them, and expected to see Bokuto trailing it, but instead saw nothing. Bokuto leaned in and touched his forehead to Akaashi's. It was because of this that he was so surprised when he felt a gentle sensation against his forehead. I've heard a lot about you in the short hour that I've been here.". "Fucking bullshit." He was now more curious than he'd ever been before. "I don't Want you to Watch me decay. Several hours had passed since the message from Kuroo, and both Bokuto and Akaashi didn't do much. "It's just A slow, downhill ride f-from here. His eyes lit up, intent on informing Bokuto, but when he turned his head to get a look at him, instead of being greeted by an over enthusiastic friend, he was presented with an unfazed expression upon Bokuto's weary face. He kept his eyes half-lidded and his movements reserved, clinging onto the false hope that Bokuto wasn't moving because he didn't want to wake him. The sound of someone cautiously moving their arm when they didn't wish to wake someone. 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 held his breath, then proceeded to ask again. Akaashi already knew where he had to go. Just then, Akaashi's lips parted in realization. "Don't worry about it." Left.". "What?" I was sobbing so hard at the end I legit thought I was going to pass out. Hesitant fingers that ghosted over Akaashi's forehead in order to push a loose strand of hair away. They both seemed to be the same height, but Akaashi couldn't help but realize that Bokuto looked just a bit smaller. Akaashi spoke in a calm, slow voice. Cold. Bokuto's laughter died down and he closed his eyes. Why must I always run into the strange ones? But as he thought of it, he figured he couldn't be blamed for it. "My parents aren't home.". That was enough for Akaashi to remove his hand from in front his mouth slowly, moving it to rest it over his chin. After a while, he opened his eyes and sighed, then moved across the court to the net. "No. He didn't want to be the one to say no to someone who had little to nothing left in his life. He expected to hear a whine of resistance from him, but instead received nothing. ok look. He stared in Bokuto's direction, at him this time. He commented softly, leaning back in his seat. It caused him to open his eyes and look in Akaashi's direction, astonished. Bokuto gazed at Akaashi, almost in wonder. my theory is that if akaashi did die in the end because of a broken heart, then that "dream" he had where bokuto was healthy is probably real. Bokuto stared at Akaashi sharply. "Take a seat. A hand tugged at his shirt weakly. It was one of those "White days", as Bokuto liked to call them, so he paid much more attention to the world beyond the glass than he did to his own confined life in the hospital. Everyone came to an unspoken agreement after the one sentence. Akaashi drew in a breath, but found that he couldn't say anything. "It's your house. Whatever was left of Akaashi's smile faded. His breathing evened out and in no time, he could feel himself slipping, slowly, into the warm grasp of sleep, unable to resist. It took a moment for Bokuto to respond, but after some time, he managed some words. "Well, you're laughing now" He tried to hide his smile. His eyes looked down at Bokuto's hands. "I'm fine now.". You're probably just not an emotional person, and that's ok. This time, Kuroo was the one to grunt, the sound coming from deep within his chest. Furrowing his brow, Akaashi stared at his phone screen and lay his head down sideways. His face glowed the quietest shade of red, and he tried to hide it from Akaashi. "Don't do that." This is one of the best fics, no, pieces of writing full stop that I've ever read! He meets Bokuto, a patient who has a crippling disease, Fatal familial insomnia, FFI. which ABSOFUCKINGLUTELY BROKE ME TO PIECES. All he cared about was the fact that Bokuto was still with him, next to him, breathing, alive. 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. With this, he raised a quivering hand and his index finger. [Yeah! He found it strange, how Bokuto was the one walking around when he was the sick one out of the lot. His breathing was controlled, much like one of a person's who was actually asleep. He waited for an answer, but did not receive one. Slipping his head down to Bokuto's chest, Akaashi leaned against his frail frame. 'Sleep well, Akaashi.' Bokuto asked aloud, finally pulling his hands from his hood pockets. Akaashi lifted his head in subtle interest. He was trying to, he truly was, but he just couldn't. Bokuto no longer smelled like a hospital. ], [Are you calming down? "So How are you taking all of this, if I may ask? His head hung low, and his attention belonged only to the handheld system that entertained him. This was his way of saying he was feeling alright. Akaashi's parents were intent on having him intern in a hospital nearby, so that he could stockpile more things that would look . He chuckled and rubbed at his face wearily. He hesitated for a moment, but finally spoke up. Juli 2022 . He has a solid and muscular build. He must have been. Once the second sob had left him, he felt himself spiraling. But always, he'd receive nothing. He reached a hand out and touched Bokuto's forehead. "The three hours!" Bokuto would've taken an hour. Lying next to Akaashi, a ghostly pale Bokuto smiled. It would hurt if he did. You shouldn't be-". fandom for a reason, but reading it hit so much harder than I anticipated. The same thing happened to him some two and a half months ago. "I said come." He looked around. He'd flinched hard and sat up quickly, closing his hand over his mouth to subdue the almost hysteric sounds that came from him. "Look at me, it's going to be fine." After several minutes, Akaashi closed his laptop and lay back on his bed. [Uh, sure. Not me llorando a la 1am por culpa de esto. His hands tensed, relaxed, and rested against his neck. "One, maybe two months at most, if I'm lucky. On that one hand, three fingers stuck out. He paused. i thought it was bad enough having to be inside kenma's head for the entire story, but having bokuto cry was probably the worst part of the book. He didn't care. "That's Fine with me." I don't regret meeting you.". Akaashi made his way to the hospital for the umpteenth time that week, his hands in his jacket pockets and his nose burying into the burgundy knit scarf that protected him from the chilly weather. i was disappointed they didn't fricking kiss and bokuto's death is just the saddest thing in the world. He set the drinks down and shuffled into bed, as if trying not to wake the other. text me when you're finished! Kenma didn't give him a chance to respond. "Impossible-" He pulled apart the blinds and looked down. (Not my story all credits goes to LittleLuxray on ao3) Bokuto's eyes widened. Unless Bokuto was purposely playing the fool. "You tremble when it's seventy degrees in the room. Sleep well, Akaashi! His thumb aimlessly hovered over the keyboard, thinking of what to type. Akaashi inhaled quietly. Unknown to Bokuto, he watched him quietly through almost closed eyelids, his thick lashes being enough to hide the fact that he was still awake. Suffers panic attacks because of them. Akaashi sat up straight and composed himself. It lit Bokuto's face up just enough for Akaashi to take in those healthy features that were staring back at him. "You've had two panic attacks this week already, and your hallucinations are getting worse. Akaashi frowned and felt that familiar pain pierce his chest. ", Bokuto couldn't help but guffaw, his head tilting back. Bokuto has round, golden-colored eyes and spiky white-grey hair with black streaks; certain sections of it are done up as if to vaguely conform to that of an animal, strongly amplifying the uncanny resemblance he bears to a horned owl. I'll have to watch it again.". Bokuto did not move a muscle after having seen Akaashi stir. A sob wretched its way out from Akaashi's throat. He hissed the words under his breath, openly frustrated with the situation. ", He cocked his head to the side. "Is there something wrong with him? Bokuto's voice rang out from the room this time. Akaashi was quick to withdraw his hand, but he managed it discretely. At first, Akaashi thought nothing of it. "Isn't that what humans do? He stared up at the ceiling and sighed. ", "I get panic attacks when you're not around," Bokuto answered simple-mindedly. His golden eyes searched the room for Akaashi. He kept his weary yellow eyes on Akaashi, waiting for him to nod. "I am-." After a moment of trying to gather himself, Bokuto choked out two simple words with quivering lips. Kuroo bid Bokuto farewell for the time being, while Kenma made his way downstairs to exit the building. He shut his eyes and squeezed his palm. Akaashi shared a bench with Kenma. He was waiting for Kenma, but Akaashi wondered why he hadn't waited for him in the seat that he was initially sitting in. He was glad that Akaashi found company in him. Akaashi forced a smile. Not only was Bokuto the kind of guy to sneak out when no one was watching, but his condition had quickly begun to worsen without warning. At the very least, definitely one of the most impactful. by hatsumix. There was nothing. He then turned his attention to Akaashi. 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. Kuroo asked with a hushed tone. "Are you sure you should be going out in the cold like that?". "So I figured if you left now You Wouldn't have to And it wouldn't h-hurt so much". That would be nice. Bokuto would wince and snap back to reality the way someone would when they dreamt they were falling. 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. 2) After Akaashi fell asleep, he somehow transported to an alternate universe where Bokuto is alive. He only looked like a tall, thin, black mass now as he stood near the stairway. Frankly speaking, it had no affect on him in the slightest. He felt as if all the air had been squeezed out of his body by the words that Bokuto had spoken. "A-p-a-t-h-yk-u-n." Bokuto was close to saving the contact before Akaashi spoke up. He wears a white shirt and blue trousers, and is also seen wearing pyjamas in the movie when it is his bedtime. He could smell his faint scent. Don't Come telling m-me now that you Have only been coming here every day because y-you wanted to.". I loved this. Akaashi swallowed thickly and crossed his hands, rubbing one thumb over the other. He took several steps back to prepare himself for the toss. That was six days ago. Akaashi stopped in his tracks, in front of Bokuto's room. "I told you I had my moments every so often.". Many words dashed through his mind, but he could only think of three that would be best for him to say to Akaashi. Bokuto knew this, and now Akaashi did, too. He exerted more force into his arms, getting Bokuto to take a step back. "I'm fine." "What's it called?" Just what kind of guy was he? In seconds, his hand was calm again. Are you alright?". Bokuto was very different from everyone else Akaashi had ever met before him. It was the last word Kuroo murmured before he stared forward as well, having nothing more to say. Verffentlicht am 1. He looked around in weary haste, but calmed quickly once his memory had returned to him. "I told you I would" He all but murmured against Bokuto's shoulder. Akaashi felt his heart sink to his stomach. He looked at him and exhaled through his nose quietly. I mean, will they let you out of the hospital? (does that make sense?). The stranger could have been a patient at the hospital for all Akaashi knew, and the last thing he needed was a sickly acquaintance to add to his already short list of friends. He only accepted my company. He was redirecting the pain. Just then, as Akaashi bit down on the inside of his lower lip, he turned his head in time to catch a glimpse of Kenma lowering his head towards Bokuto. Above, the clouds were dense, and they gathered quickly, casting a dark shroud over Akaashi's path. "How insensitive of me" He furrowed his brow, mentally scolding himself. "What are you doing? This is strange. Akaashi frowned. They go back a couple of years.". He looked down at Bokuto as he said this, and glanced away soon after. He pressed pause on his PSP and tapped one end of it against his open palm. He instead continued to stare in Akaashi's direction with hopeful eyes. Bokuto's head lolled to the side, directing his attention back to the movie. No one could hear me. Here too" His voice was weaker than before, if possible. Did you just Say that to yourself?". I'm", "Don't." "Of course." What was he to do? 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. There, he parted the glass slightly. Akaashi beckoned for his visitor. "Just breathe with me.". ", "It's more than that!" "What's this?" Bokuto's hands were as cold as ice, causing Akaashi's concern in him to grow even more. But in the end, I couldn't move. "I understand. Long time.". As if straight from a cartoon, out popped a tall male from Bokuto's room, with stark black hair that both hung over his face and stuck out in all directions. Despite this, Akaashi did not miss the look of slight nervousness that claimed Bokuto's features. Akaashi's asked in a leveled tone. "See, look." I really have to go.". "Ninety-seven pounds, right?
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