], [I guess. He stalked over to the other side of the bed, where he would be able to look at Bokuto's face. 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. I like to think of this as the, of course, depression part of his Bipolar. It was a dreary place for him, a place he was not fond of, but a place he was obligated to visit. Because I wasn't, then. "Do you want to watch a movie?". He only accepted my company. Bokuto did not move a muscle after having seen Akaashi stir. He rubbed the back of his neck. Bokuto looked back up and thought for a moment, then nodded. The tiny snowflakes deteriorated in the warmth of his palm, leaving a small puddle behind. I most definitely did not sob reading this. Akaashi never knew that Bokuto was one to suddenly sulk on a dime. ", Bokuto grinned. They were fingers. "What would you have chosen to say?". That familiar feeling of dread was rising from deep within him, something Akaashi wanted to forget. Shut him out, don't let him in. "Close your eyes for the time being." Bokuto's spirits fell, his frown deep. He walked ahead quickly, straight into the room. Akaashi never received another message in the remaining hour that he was awake. It was a reaction that Akaashi was not expecting in the least, but he played off his surprise and only managed an, "I see.". Bokuto knew this, and now Akaashi did, too. "I haven't set foot outside in weeks." This includes Bokuto and Akaashi, as you already may know. "Anything but," Bokuto retorted, sitting upright in bed. "Keep in touch, Akaashi.". Akaashi bounced the ball off the floor twice. It wasn't until he watched Kuroo's form double over in his peripheral that Akaashi did glance in his direction, and when he did, he was greeted with a quietly sobbing Kuroo, his face having been buried in the palms of his hands. Bokuto smiled wide to those words. He ascended the steps to his room, balled his no Bokuto's blanket up into a lump, and dropped it onto his bed along with the scarf. Akaashi sat up straight and composed himself. caohezi, soggycereaal, Eclipce_Kitty, sisachoo, Moonlight_Starlight, coffeeeejelly, NagitosOnlyHope, Cat_man, whaleinsea, cupcakehinata, eve_ilDoll, Levida, Hallow_Darkfrost, KeeganIsVeryDead, idyllicjade, aizawasscarf, Bl00d_Gutz404, lemon_lime2021, mxrey, Average_Fangirl330, Mii15, jevil_Jay, linom, Gay_MentallyIll_Rat, jellyforfish, Len_Kiwi, barwinek, Another_Usuario, ry_jv, hyaracinth, si11y1i1y, f4iiries, Melicity, ImmediatelyWriting, Wigglyflapjacks, zhengokokok, hualiansss, ordeal, DinDin_akdifbsidsbdi_human, stxrsprxte, anonymousxbelle, Hypsilon, BubblegumTerminator, DrarryxLover, xumiun, Vas_vlas, Alidareisss, Penepon, FivePointsManhattan, Rey_xx, and 28352 more users 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. He carried a look on his face that made him seem more sinister than sincere, and his eyes flitted from Kenma to Akaashi, and then back to Kenma. He was cool to the touch colder than most. "No is my final answer." A gust of icy wind charged its way into the room in an instant, draining the warmth from everything it touched. His fingers remained stiff for quite some time as his eyes read the introductory paragraph over and over again. He chuckled and rubbed at his face wearily. Akaashi inhaled slowly. He didn't care. His face still wore the same shade of red, but he no longer minded this. as well as He reached a hand out and touched Bokuto's forehead. All he wanted was to see Bokuto again, even if just for a second. "I don't want to." He threw the ball to Akaashi. Despite this, it only seemed to make Bokuto laugh even harder. "We were actually just talking about stepping outside. Why did he lack the understanding of just how serious his condition was? 2) After Akaashi fell asleep, he somehow transported to an alternate universe where Bokuto is alive. He could still see Bokuto's hand, and it had frozen in place. Left.". Keeping in contact with me wouldn't be a good idea.". He figured it was already past five in the afternoon. Akaashi was at a loss for words. He reached his arm out and held his phone in front of Bokuto for him to type. Genres Fan FictionLGBTRomanceBoys LoveAnimeQueerManga 104 pages, ebook Published January 1, 2015 Book details & editions "They aren't really there." Akaashi swiped and unlocked his phone with trembling hands. At other times, he would just tell him things that were on his mind. His head rested against the bed, slumped to the side, facing away from Akaashi. 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. They meet, and they cherish their memories until Bokuto dies. ", "And then they'd turn my room upside down in an attempt to find me. 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. Akaashi's tone was monotonous, but Kuroo didn't fail to detect the venom that lined each word prior to his last sentence. His phone was there. "This is all so nostalgic." Akaashi's eyebrows knit together. He entered his number swiftly, and then handed the phone to Bokuto, the name section empty. "Don't be sorry." He was undone. ", Bokuto glanced at him. They go back a couple of years.". I really have to go.". littleluxray's writing style is absolutely amazing and i can see why several people love this. Sho is shown to be a quiet and very polite boy. He moved closer, his other hand taking hold of Bokuto's. Turning his attention back to him, Bokuto met Akaashi's gaze. I thought you fell asleep.]. "Ah, I've finally said something funny." Kuroo bid Bokuto farewell for the time being, while Kenma made his way downstairs to exit the building. He didn't get up to alert the nurses, or the doctors, or anyone in the hospital. Bokuto's breathing was quiet, and his hand never really remained still for a long time. Create an account to follow your favorite communities and start taking part in conversations. The day was strangely chilly, with an occasional breeze now and then, causing the browning leaves to rustle in the trees above. Akaashi sat in bed, laptop in his lap, as his fingers scrolled and typed frantically. Please consider turning it on! "I told you I would" He all but murmured against Bokuto's shoulder. It was a dreary place for him, a place he was not fond of, but a place he was obligated to visit. "I can barely keep my eyes open by day, and can barely keep them closed by night." This was not what he wanted. "Everything you say is so straightforward. The disappointment in his voice was clear. Managing a miserable smile, Akaashi roughly rubbed his palm with his thumb. This book was absolutely fantabulous. "Isn't that what humans do? Akaashi stepped in and shut the door behind him. Sleeping didn't come as easy as it used to. Asking around here and there, the male put little to no effort in finding out where he could go to sign up for what. Often times, however, Akaashi would disagree with his parents, unhappy with the suggestions they'd given him. His quiet chuckle was louder than Bokuto's wholehearted laugh. Shifting in his seat, Bokuto pulled himself closer to Akaashi, one hand grasping the blanket that had been given to him. He held his face against the corpse's neck, just beneath the jawline, breathing in all that was left of Bokuto. This was so so sad, I cried at the end. 42766 guests Akaashi beckoned for his visitor. They are my favorite ship in Haikyuu, so typing this makes little to no sense to me. Storms trigger them.". The way his lips curled at the corners, the way his eyes squinted just enough so that only a glint of green could be seen. "Don't call me that." Akaashi and Bokuto carried a sort of unspoken communication with each other. [I'm well, thank you Just catching up on some volleyball things], [VOLLEYBALL?! Don't worry about it.". a while back in the story when bokuto was still alive, he told akaashi that he hoped that in another life, he'd be able to find akaashi again so that they can be together forever, hence why he said "i found you" :((, So i think there r two possible meanings of the ending so. You're probably just not an emotional person, and that's ok. "It's just how I am. He didn't last another second in Bokuto's company before he turned and briskly walked out of the room. 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. Kuroo would have been concerned if not for finding out what had happened earlier that day. You don't look like shit." There was something strange about the excitement in his tone. The sky was already black. Bokuto asked aloud, finally pulling his hands from his hood pockets. 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's genuine, kind, and at times, infantile, but that's what makes him so Likeable, I suppose. "That weather will only hurt you. The night sky had suddenly become a pale blue, and the warm orange glow of the sun slowly spread across the horizon. That would be nice. "Of course I don't. Kuroo froze. "You don't need to know." The male across from him did well in hiding the look of offense that almost surfaced upon his face. Bokuto covered his mouth and coughed suddenly. 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. I'll have to watch it again.". He grinned from ear to ear. Akaashi squeezed his hands together to keep them from shaking uncontrollably. I thought it was what you wanted". Akaashi managed to say, staring out into the distance. After a moment of trying to gather himself, Bokuto choked out two simple words with quivering lips. He meets Bokuto, a patient who has a crippling disease, Fatal familial insomnia, FFI. "What are you doing? Bokuto swallowed thickly and toyed with the Pocky in his hand. An embarrassed chuckle escaped him. He intended on closing his eyes and falling asleep for real afterwards, but after having felt his mattress shake for the fourth time, he opened his eyes. 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 "That's interesting". I honestly dont know what to say Other then Im emotionally destroyed. His head eased into his pillow, and to his surprise, within a matter of minutes, he could feel himself slipping. Bokuto's fingers touched at Akaashi's knuckles. Akaashi inhaled deeply and closed his eyes, his eyebrows knitting together as his brow creased. "This is Akaashi. 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. "What is it? "Get inside." I've seen enough." Another laugh. "But" Akaashi shocked himself with that one word. Akaashi is a former intern in this hospital, and he loaths it. Ever since Bokuto's last panic attack, it had suddenly become more difficult for him to control his words, movements, and actions altogether. Akaashi felt his palm- warm, full, caressing the round of his face. He just breathed now. what disease did, bokuto have in another life. He had no interest in staying where he was. He watched as Bokuto's chest rose and fell with each breath that kept him alive. Akaashi watched closely as Bokuto mouthed and typed the name. Akaashi took a glance out the window, only to instantly throw on his clothes and toss his bag over his shoulders. He stared in Bokuto's direction, at him this time. And I d-don't want you to See it all h-happen.". He figured he would tell his parents that the people in the hospital were too occupied with everything else to tend to him. "It did at first, when I didn't understand why. "Sure." He understood how that would be alarming to some people. An exhausted breath left him, and Akaashi finally fell asleep. Akaashi cocked his head back to demonstrate this, with his finger tapping his chin. Unconsciously, his hand grasped Akaashi's own, and he dragged it down with his lack of strength, causing both of them to startle. 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. He had so many things he'd wanted to do with him, so many things he'd wanted to say, but all of those things seemed to have fallen away once the moment had finally come. He blinked weakly and slid his fingers down the sides of his phone, a sign of weariness that he could not disobey. He held it up to his ear and waited for the other line to pick up. Bokuto turned his head, the pillow crumpling under his neck. "Come." He couldn't stand his parents' persistent natures, but he was somewhat relieved to be out of the house, to say the least. "I envy you. I think you'd better leave 'em both alone.". A mere two minutes outside had turned into two hours. what disease did, bokuto have in another lifekanawha county board of education. I hardly could read because of the tears in my eyes, everything was blurry. i mean, i felt sad sure but I didn't really get the last few parts, like was it a dream, was Akaashi having a hallucination, did he die from a broken heart and that was like a vision of some of his best moments with Bokuto, etc. Ridiculous." It shocked him as Akaashi continued. Akaashi had kept his eyes closed for quite a while, trying to fall into a deep sleep, but found that he couldn't, or at least, not as quickly as he thought he could. He wasn't too sure why. "Kuroo?" I am, now.". Once there, Bokuto pulled his hand from Akaashi's and leaned it against the windowsill. I would have Kenma say bye, too, but-" He turned his head to look around, "He left the room? 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. "What's up, guys? 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. He was staring outside at the white clouds that shrouded the skies, mesmerized by just how colorless it made everything seem. He kicked his legs out of bed and walked across his room to retrieve a thick blanket that sat bundled up in a rolling chair. I recommend everyone who has the heart for it, READ THIS FIC! He exhaled through his nose and entered the hospital, greeted the woman at the front desk (who now knew him by name), and removed the scarf from around his neck. Bokuto's laughter died down and he closed his eyes. Akaashi pulled his arms in close, wrapping the sheets around himself. Press question mark to learn the rest of the keyboard shortcuts. He tried to open his mouth to say them, but he performed another action instead. Once he saw this, Kenma picked himself up from his seat, put his hands at his side, and bowed his head. He brought his hand down to his side. Still, he continued to talk. Akaashi could feel Bokuto's enthusiasm through his text messages. Bokuto's movements were late to this, but he reacted nonetheless as he turned Akaashi's way to touch his chin to the top of his head. He gave a mock swing of his arm, as if spiking. 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. It's Akaashi. "I don't want you to grow any m-more attached to me th-than y-you already are. He'd flinched hard and sat up quickly, closing his hand over his mouth to subdue the almost hysteric sounds that came from him. On that one hand, three fingers stuck out. So whenever he went silent, an unwelcomed feeling of discomfort found its home within Akaashi. People walked by him, around him, up and down the halls, to and fro, but no one seemed to notice him. But most of the time, he only sat there and continued to watch nothing. He swallowed thickly. I couldn't stop, even if I tried. Bokuto looked down and twisted his lips to the side. Akaashi already knew where he had to go. "Hm? He returned Bokuto's gaze, then looked down quickly afterwards. He looked around. 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. Bokuto leaned in and touched his forehead to Akaashi's. He didn't want to be the one to say no to someone who had little to nothing left in his life. "Well now you have. He tried to hide his grin with his hand, but it was still visible from the gaps between his fingers. Though the question was asked clearly, Bokuto didn't make a sound, nor did he move. " Is that why you came here? Of all the things that Bokuto found most endearing of the movie, Akaashi never thought it would be that. Kuroo didn't seem surprised in the slightest. In the past, he'd always get sort of tense and paranoid whenever a storm would pass over head, but that was kind of it. He used to be bigger than Kuroo, but now he's the one who's smaller. He kept his weary yellow eyes on Akaashi, waiting for him to nod. No one. Bokuto didn't make a sound. In a daze, Akaashi's last words were, "Good night, Koutarou," before he slipped off into a deep sleep. At times, Akaashi would look through the conversations that he'd shared with him. Slipping his head down to Bokuto's chest, Akaashi leaned against his frail frame. He drags you back in. He pulled himself closer to Bokuto, and nudged his face into the warmth of his neck. He let it fall over his stomach, and there it rested. ", "Because it's three in the morning and I want to fit some sleep into my schedule. Where most people would detach themselves, Bokuto took hold and wouldn't let go, being as persistent as he was energetic. In another life. He waved and jogged out, knowing that if he didn't hurry, he'd have to spend several more minutes trying to catch up to a wandering Kenma. "You've only been here for like, thirty minutes. He strode to him quickly, cupping the already melting snow in his hands. "Of course! I was sobbing so hard at the end I legit thought I was going to pass out. He paused for a moment, then spoke up again. "I am-." Looking up from the laptop screen, Bokuto directed his attention to Akaashi. "I'll show you." It took every fiber of his being to keep his voice from trembling. He did not seem to take offense easily. He held the same position and felt himself dozing off "I'm sorry." ", Bokuto snorted. He's going to be fine. Bokuto's voice rang out from the room this time. He probably had a thousand things to say, but he kept them all at bay and instead rolled onto his side, facing away from Akaashi. He glared at them intensely with that same placid expression of his, making this look all the more unnerving. It seemed that, after finally hearing his pent up thoughts aloud, they had frayed his nerves more than he thought they would. Thin lips pressed into an even thinner line. His undivided attention was on Bokuto. (does that make sense?). He didn't care, nor did he think he would care in the near future. Those honey-hued eyes took in all that they could of Akaashi's laughing face. He wanted healthy friends that he could talk to on a regular basis, not one sick friend who he'd have to invest personal and emotional time into. It was soft. Confused, Bokuto glanced over at him. He recoiled with a grunt. He wouldn't show this, but Kuroo's words had hit him harder than he could ever imagine. It squeezed him, threatening to crush him from the inside out. texas rule of civil procedure 99. largest staffing companies in the us 2021; moorabool news editor; romaji practice sentences; menards swing set accessories; what city produces the most nfl players; 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. His lips quivered before he could form his words. He looked down, his hair hanging over his face. He reached a hand out and took Bokuto's hand in his own. It was a surreal feeling, one that he could never in one million years describe. Akaashi woke with a start that same night, his strangled shouts having pulled him from his sleep. It was his best and only way to hide his pain. Akaashi said his name, and to this, Bokuto stirred awake. Bokuto spoke, his voice peaceful. He suffered no nightmares, nor did he see anything remotely close to a dream. He looked up at the sickly one when he'd said those words, trying to meet his gaze, but ultimately finding no yellow eyes to look into. Slowly, he reached a hand out and closed it over the twitching one, his four fingers fitting into Bokuto's palm. "You do? ", Akaashi turned his head to face Kuroo. 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. Exhaling heavily, Akaashi turned to look at the desk near his bed. His yellow eyes stared at the screen intently. He wore a grimace upon his reddened face. jackie robinson life and legacy. His face glowed the quietest shade of red, and he tried to hide it from Akaashi. Guessing quickly, Akaashi muttered, "One?". Another shudder threatened to rattle him, but he kept himself still, as difficult as that was. It was a quiet laugh. You don't need to know a THING about Haikyuu!! He re-read 'Sleep well, Akaashi!' I don't want to know them. Akaashi paused and gripped the strap of his bag. "I'm fine now.". Akaashi took an unnoticeable step back. 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. Bokuto grumbled to himself. This time, a weak sound left Bokuto's throat through a closed mouth, and he nodded. Thank you, Koutarou, for talking to me me in the hall that day And asking me if I was alright. Posted by: Category: Sem categoria . The reflection of ending movie credits could be seen in Akaashi's eyes as they scrolled up along the screen of his laptop. It worried him enough to get some words out of him. Akaashi closed his eyes and sighed, swaying absentmindedly in his step, opening his eyes just in time to swiftly avoid colliding with someone. i was disappointed they didn't fricking kiss and bokuto's death is just the saddest thing in the world. You? But for what it's worth, my name is Bokuto.". "Bokuto," he whispered. Akaashi knew that running probably wasn't the best thing that he should have been doing, but he said nothing about it. It caused him to open his eyes and look in Akaashi's direction, astonished. Bokuto folded his arms. Kuroo asked with a hushed tone. It took him some time to get down what he wanted to say, but after several minutes, he withdrew his hand. He hissed the words under his breath, openly frustrated with the situation. Bokuto beamed at him with a smile that spoke a thousand words, and his hand reached out to touch Akaashi's cheek. "Relax." He struggled to raise a hand, and slowly he twirled his index finger in circles at the side of his head. Bokuto was afraid to wake Akaashi. I couldn't put Bokuto through all of that. "You're too loud, be quiet." "Thank you." I'm usually around Kuroo, so" He shrugged with little energy. "Just breathe with me.". Akaashi shrugged. At one point, he reached a hand up to grab the beanie off of his head, and he aimlessly chucked it to the ground with force. A light hearted laugh bubbled out from deep within his chest, and the sound filled the room as soon as it hit the air. That's all?" "But why?" Stuffing his phone in his pocket, Akaashi shrugged. Bokuto shifted as he lay down, sticking a leg out to kick Akaashi. Despite this, Bokuto was still close enough for their arms to touch. I think the window will be as far as we can go." He stared at his knees intensely before Kenma spoke up. Even if it's just a little bit." ", Bokuto looked over at the phone screen. "It's not like I would've made any noise," Bokuto all but shouted, following after him. Those yellow eyes examined everything, adamant with taking all of it in. Akaashi frowned. He stretched and stifled a yawn, pushed a hand through the mess that was his hair, and relaxed his head against Akaashi's shoulder. I knew how the book would end but i still cried. He'd never heard of that disease before. 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. All he could do was watch in muted anguish as Bokuto finally accepted what had become of his short lived life. While we've done our best to make the core functionality of this site accessible without javascript, it will work better with it enabled. This might be confusing, but that's immediately what I thought. I'm taking you back." It's why I didn't want to come along. He turned the chair so that he was now facing Bokuto from the front. His head was cocked back as he surveyed the gym. "What used to be your position back when you would play?" 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. His eyes lighting up, Bokuto straightened his back and fished his hand into his pocket. His body jerked with each sob that was torn from him, his frame curling to bring himself closer. After several seconds, he'd returned to see that Bokuto had changed his position in bed entirely. What was he to do? Apathy-kun. "I know you aren't going to ask, so I'll just let you know. Bokuto gave him a look that could only be read as, "I am, aren't I?". ", Turning his head, Bokuto looked at Akaashi. Bokuto kept silent. You don't have to say it now if you don't want to.". I never meant to drag you into my life". Juli 2022 . He seemed to be unfazed by many things, and blatant about others, blurting sentences out that didn't seem to have much thought behind them. "Akaashi?" He looked up and grinned, and waved wildly in Akaashi's direction. Did you just Say that to yourself?". "I heard the doctors talking. 15 jun. Bokuto curled in on himself and pushed his hands into his hood pocket. He was waiting for Kenma, but Akaashi wondered why he hadn't waited for him in the seat that he was initially sitting in. Sleeping. I didn't hear what you said" Kenma looked up and was greeted with a front facing camera. A genuine expression made its home on Akaashi's features, and a hand reached up to push through his raven locks. Bokuto's hallucinations had become such a part of him, that he thought the snow outside was just another mind trick.
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