But people never laugh at my jokes. Akaashi placed the box back onto the counter and huffed softly. His hands tensed, relaxed, and rested against his neck. Statistics Chart Bokuto would've taken an hour. Bokuto's automatic reaction to the warmth was to curl his fingers around Akaashi's grasp. During the next day, Akaashi decided to stay home. I can still walk around and get to where I have to go! He was nothing more than a blanket with a head. He turned his head to get a clear look at Bokuto's face, but instantly wished he hadn't. Kuroo." "Why do you watch me like that?" Akaashi drew in a breath, but found that he couldn't say anything. Akaashi went straight into the reading. And even if he didn't show up, he would still spend his days sending messages to Bokuto, be it text, email, or the occasional video chat. See you, Bokuto. He started down the hall, sighing heavily, intent on rushing home. He praises others while shouting that he's the best at everything he does. He only sniffed on occasion, and shifted in place, but never did he say anything to oppose Akaashi's decision. He looked at the message Bokuto had sent him the night before. I never asked." Because of the nightmare? He couldn't stand his parents' persistent natures, but he was somewhat relieved to be out of the house, to say the least. 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. "What if they've already found out? "What?" which ABSOFUCKINGLUTELY BROKE ME TO PIECES. He brought his hand down to his side. Those yellow eyes of his would often dart to the floor, then to the ceiling, around the room, and back to the floor, but he would never look at Akaashi. In seconds, his hand was calm again. Kuroo finally left the room after four minutes or so, having forgotten that he was supposed to leave in the first place. He was trying to tell Akaashi something else. Akaashi rubbed the back of his neck hastily and closed his eyes. He turned his head to look out the window, eyeing the moon timidly. All he had to do was talk to someone, and in an instant, they would be involved in Bokuto's lively shenanigans once again. He'd realized just how rude that was, falling asleep so easily in front of a person who's biggest struggle was just that. His eyes locked onto Bokuto's. On that one hand, three fingers stuck out. Sunlight broke into the room, cascading all along the walls and floor, and casting shadows all around. His hands at his sides, Bokuto bowed. He used to be thicker. He waited for an answer, but did not receive one. Other than those things, Bokuto found it nearly impossible to stomach anything else. The various identities control a person's behavior at different times. Um" He scratched at his cheek, just below his eye. "You've been shivering. For every time Akaashi would witness this, his mind would repeat one phrase, whether he wanted to hear it or not. Because I wasn't, then. Akaashi was glad to have made it in time. "I'm fine. It worried him enough to get some words out of him. As Akaashi said this, he held out an arm, as if readying himself for some sort of hug. "I'd dream that I messed up during a spike, and then I'd wake up fuming, and would constantly tell myself that I was the best.". He looked up, gazed at Akaashi past his bleached blonde bangs, and straightened his back in the slightest way possible. by | Jun 30, 2022 | niebaum coppola family select | brian allen rams high school | Jun 30, 2022 | niebaum coppola family select | brian allen rams high school ", "I am. When he was like this, Akaashi would think that he was resting, and he would almost believe that thought until Bokuto would twitch awake again, his body jerking him from what little relaxation he tried to achieve. ", "Because it's three in the morning and I want to fit some sleep into my schedule. It had been some time since Akaashi set foot into that hospital. ", "His entire body was relaxed. Akaashi listened to the quickened rate of Bokuto's still beating heart, and knew that this was his response to his words. Wincing a bit, Akaashi squinted at his phone screen. Such an energetic texter, Bokuto was. "I wonder if Bokuto knows about all of this." "And that's Kenma for you" Kuroo groaned as he repositioned himself in bed, and then he smiled. But no matter how much he worried for him, Akaashi continued on their way to the window at a slow and steady pace until they finally made it. Mentally, he was more than ready to spike, but not so much physically. Bokuto looked down at Akaashi's hand. He did not give Akaashi time to voice his guess as he then moved his finger to point at his eye, then finally at Akaashi. Then I'll have to walk you to the hospital before the doctors find out you're missing and lose their minds. Bokuto kept his finger up, then moved his hand to point it at himself. "Setter. He continued to stare on as he talked. "We were actually just talking about stepping outside. I would have Kenma say bye, too, but-" He turned his head to look around, "He left the room? "I see." "I spiked it perfectly just now! Blinking, Akaashi turned his attention back to Kuroo and Bokuto. FFI?" Akaashi laced his fingers together and dug his nails into the backs of his hands. He waves goodbye to his sister, shuts the door, and then walks to school, taking in a breath of the cool morning air. He didn't care, nor did he think he would care in the near future. "Alright." Bokuto didn't allow him to finish his sentence as he embraced Akaashi suddenly. The hand that supported his weight against the windowsill trembled without pause, and his other remained outside, shaking in the cold dead of night. Kuroo's voice was reserved and reluctant. Several flakes had gathered on the outstretched limb, but they were not quick to melt. Bokuto was bursting with emotion. His breathing evened out and in no time, he could feel himself slipping, slowly, into the warm grasp of sleep, unable to resist. That had been the fifth time that month where Akaashi had to tear himself out of another nightmare. "You don't like to see him like that, do you?". "It's warm-" Bokuto exhaled and shuddered once he was inside, slipping off his shoes. Cold. Bokuto refused to budge. This did not faze him, however, as Bokuto only closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, allowing the burn of the winter air to fill his lungs. This backfired, however, as the other's hand quickly withdrew. Ahhhh I know you didn't tell me to send a video, but, I'm not someone who follows rules." Bokuto was such a strange one. They were thin and bony, and he could see those smooth blue veins curling over the bones beneath his flesh. Akaashi sighed. 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. i think this is probably one of the saddest . He swallowed once, hoping to get rid of the lump in his throat. Akaashi sat in bed, laptop in his lap, as his fingers scrolled and typed frantically. "Ah. 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 hardly could read because of the tears in my eyes, everything was blurry. One of the voices belonged to Bokuto. "He's a bit more of An ass, to say the least." "I thought you were waiting for the snow. Akaashi lifted his head and looked to his side. I'm not sick, but this place makes me feel like I am." "No. "I'm not leaving, Koutarou." "But I also want you to hold onto it.". Bokuto stood at the side of Akaashi's bed. Standing still, Akaashi remained in place for quite some time, his legs refusing to carry him further. "I don't think I want to ask about the symptoms of this illness.". In another life bokuto x akaashi - Fan art (2) (Not my story all credits goes to LittleLuxray on ao3) Summary : Sleeping didn't come as easy as it used to. Akaashi hesitated. Thank you for reading, it means a lot that you've read through my work! ", "It's alright." Bokuto tightened his grasp in that automatic way he always did. He reached a hand out to turn on the lamp that sat on his nightstand. Bokuto's disembodied laughter rang throughout the garden, as if to prove Kenma right. Pursing his lips into a thin line, Akaashi looked down and noticed that Kenma had laced his fingers together. ", Once Akaashi realized what Kuroo was talking about, he instantly felt his spirits fall. Kuroo panned the phone to his side, and a blurred Kenma came into focus on screen. This was so so sad, I cried at the end. He smelled sort of like a hospital. 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. "Are you tired?". They find eachother again, and it's a happy ending. They asked him questions. "Didn't think you knew that about him. Judging by his still trembling hands, he knew he wasn't. They didn't speak for a moment, and the room was filled with the hushed sounds of the outside. He pressed send and watched the phone carefully, waiting for the small ellipses to appear on the lower left side of the screen. 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. But during the other two nights, he surely did make the effort to try and lull himself to sleep, but each time he did, he either found himself stirring awake from a strange dream, or lying wide awake in the middle of the night, half expecting to receive a message from Bokuto. He circled around the male, apologizing flatly before he continued on. Akaashi was unhappy with where he was, unhappy with what it was that he was doing. Bokuto's eyes said everything to him. He looked at Akaashi with heavy lidded eyes. Kuroo spoke to him, and Akaashi listened and often responded. ], [Are you calming down? His voice was solemn. He was trying. It took him some time to get down what he wanted to say, but after several minutes, he withdrew his hand. "Well, I'll be going now.". His frustration was unmasked. His head eased into his pillow, and to his surprise, within a matter of minutes, he could feel himself slipping. Bokuto grabbed Akaashi's hands with his own. Because of that fact that this is set in a world where Bokuto and Akaashi haven't met, you get to read their realationship develop, and honsesty it only makes it that much more painful to read. Loud, though.". The disappointment in his voice was clear. It was moments like these that made Akaashi realize just how much of an innocent soul Bokuto really was. Bokuto inhaled all that he could. I can't Sl..eep. Bokuto looked back up and thought for a moment, then nodded. I think the window will be as far as we can go." ok look. stardustcrusader28 i would have to research more about the disease, but bokuto was probably suffering all that day, slowly decaying more and more until he couldn't sustain himself anymore and passed away. More than 100,000 cattle were confirmed infected. This was their unspoken communication. Akaashi would also murmur quiet things to him from time to time, to keep up a small, often one sided conversation. He zipped his jacket up to shield himself from the harsh winds that came his way and advanced forward. The smile on Bokuto's lips grew just a little more, signifying that he'd answered yes to Akaashi's question. He looked down, his hair hanging over his face. Bokuto chortled quietly and placed his head back on Akaashi's shoulder. A trembling, tender laugh escaped Akaashi. "Why are you so fond of the snow, Bokuto?". Akaashi stopped in his tracks, in front of Bokuto's room. January 19th, 6:40pm. Blatantly, he thanked her, and continued on his way, passing by several rooms as he did so. He entered his number swiftly, and then handed the phone to Bokuto, the name section empty. Juli 2022 . By the time that movie ends, it'll be six. i felt sad abt it, im jus really confused at the ending, like was it a dream, hallucination, afterlife,etc? "I did" He paused for a moment. "What are you doing? Akaashi figured it was safe to say that Bokuto had already begun to pull Kenma back in. [I must have texted you while you were asleep!]. This entire past month hasn't been any different for him, though. Nodding once, Akaashi acknowledged Kuroo's words, but did not know how to respond to them. "This is Kuroo, a close friend of mine. When he had, however, instead of shutting his phone off and trying to force a few hours of sleep upon himself, Akaashi stared at the phone screen longingly, and read the last messages that were sent between them. Akaashi refused to have reacted to those moments, hoping to spare his visitor the embarrassment of him having seen that. His quiet chuckle was louder than Bokuto's wholehearted laugh. The other, he had no clue. He hesitated for a moment, but finally spoke up. "Yes.". Akaashi was glad. "I wanted to do s-so many things". Sometimes when I blink you aren't there anymore" Bokuto rubbed one of his eyes, then the other, and let his hand drop to his sides. He didn't want to be the one to say no to someone who had little to nothing left in his life. Bokuto talked quietly in response to Kenma, gave a nod, and smiled. Akaashi hadn't even mustered his first word before Bokuto snapped his head to the side to give him his undivided attention. No one likes to find out that someone they care about is sick Much less diagnosed with a disease that can't be cured.". "That's interesting". Was it bad? The page loaded. Akaashi turned to catch a glimpse of him, but he stared off in the distance, his eyes not focusing on anything in particular. He stalked over to the other side of the bed, where he would be able to look at Bokuto's face. 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. But now I'm kind of okay with it." Akaashi could feel a weak, ailing arm pull itself up to rest upon his shoulder. "All I can say is that sleeping doesn't come as easily as it used to." He looked up, and his gaze found Bokuto's. I've seen enough." "Yeah. "My parents aren't home.". I hope all is well. 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 . Kuroo rubbed the lower part of his face with his hand. " Is that why you came here? "Watch it." Once it did, Akaashi was greeted with a, "Hello?". 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. He re-read 'Sleep well, Akaashi!' "Don't apologize.". Bokuto looked down and twisted his lips to the side. Did you just Say that to yourself?". He understood how that would be alarming to some people. I haven't gone outside in days." He leaned back in his chair. He wished he could fight it, but he knew there was no possible way for him to. I was the only one willing to give it to him." Akaashi avoided looking into them. Akaashi felt his palm- warm, full, caressing the round of his face. Akaashi managed to say, staring out into the distance. 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. Akaashi could feel Bokuto's enthusiasm through his text messages. But three hours can also feel like seven minutes. Frankly speaking, it had no affect on him in the slightest. There's no stopping you, is there? He was much like Akaashi, sitting on the same side of the bed, a good distance apart from his visitor. He's going to be fine. For example, I've actually never cried over a manga/anime/book because that's just how I am, but I still say that I cried because that's how I felt at the time even though I didn't literally and physically cry. ", "Yeah Yeah. Those yellow eyes were gleaming. He wore a grimace upon his reddened face. He placed it on the counter near his bedside and buried himself into the blanket that he had so openly shared with Bokuto. It was amazing. "It doesn't matter if you've never met Bokuto before, or if you haven't seen him in ten days, or ten weeks, or ten months, or ten years. No words were exchanged for a moment, and soon, the short amount of silence had become awkward. This would have me to conclude that he had Bipolar 1, or possibly Cyclothymia Disorder, which has brief periods of mania and depression. "Get back into bed. This is why I never read Major Character Death. He answered blatantly. He remained in place silently. Akaashi groaned softly and covered his face. Kenma almost murmured the words. You'll still be the best. 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. Bokuto's answer was delayed. That he wasn't another one of those illusions his mind would create. to watch kuroo slowly die was a kind of pain i didn't know existed. what disease did, bokuto have in another lifeturkish airlines flight 981 victims. I've realized that I don't want to come here anymore. Why did he want to know his name? He set the drinks down and shuffled into bed, as if trying not to wake the other. He squeezed Akaashi, mashing him closer until he could barely breathe. Pressing his lips into a thin slab of a line, Akaashi shook his head once more. Two weeks had passed since Akaashi's last visit, and to his dismay, he found himself on the same aimless path back to the same dreaded hospital. 5/5 porque cuando lo le me dejo destrozada, no conozco la felicidad desde que le esto, nie wiem w sumie jak to sie stao ale faktycznie sie poryczaam XDDD, Im still crying I loved this but also fu to literally everyone on the internet telling me I needed to read this. I guess I can wait that long. He eyed the blonde one for quite a while. He wears a white shirt and blue trousers, and is also seen wearing pyjamas in the movie when it is his bedtime. Though he'd gotten thinner, his arms still had some power to them. 'Sleep well, Akaashi.' "Of course." Still, he continued. On occasion, one or two would land on him, and he would draw his hand in quickly to try and see if he could make out the small pattern on them. At some point during their walk home from the gym, Akaashi had agreed for Bokuto to spend the night at his house. 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. Alarmed, he snapped around quickly. Strange. I loved this. He watched as Bokuto gathered it up in his arms and threw it around himself. Genres Fan FictionLGBTRomanceBoys LoveAnimeQueerManga 104 pages, ebook Published January 1, 2015 Book details & editions Take a seat." 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.". But for what it's worth, my name is Bokuto.". He quickly got up from the bed and walked off. Ridiculous." This story is a heart wrenching major character death story. "I don't want to." Bokuto quieted himself, curled up, and watched on as the movie started. All he wanted was to see Bokuto again, even if just for a second. Whole. He was only a blurred shape now, but Akaashi knew he was still there. He touched his forehead to Bokuto's shoulder, which only earned a laugh from him. His eyes were half-lidded and glued to the screen, his face void of emotion. You had a nightmare?
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