Finding a breath between his laughter, Akaashi managed to speak. You shouldn't be-". With what little strength he had left, Bokuto beamed. The hand that supported his weight against the windowsill trembled without pause, and his other remained outside, shaking in the cold dead of night. "Akaashi?" I cried several times while typing it, actually. He drew in a deep breath and blinked away the stinging in his eyes. I don't want to hear them. All he had to offer was a, "The pleasure is mine," before moving forward to try and usher Bokuto back into his room. He stared at his knees intensely before Kenma spoke up. ], [No, he can't. Akaashi went straight into the reading. Not in front of Bokuto. He was wasting time, asking for something that he did not want in the least. He didn't get up to alert the nurses, or the doctors, or anyone in the hospital. Or maybe not brooding, but more along the lines of apathetic. Once Bokuto noticed this, he turned his head and slowly rolled away. "What is it? After three sets, there was another hit, and another cheer from the former ace. This would have me to conclude that he had Bipolar 1, or possibly Cyclothymia Disorder, which has brief periods of mania and depression. He, too, did not intend on showing up to any funeral. It seemed that, after finally hearing his pent up thoughts aloud, they had frayed his nerves more than he thought they would. Pressing his lips into a thin slab of a line, Akaashi shook his head once more. I never asked to be emotionally destroyed . "I am. Once Akaashi had left the hospital, he never looked back. Verffentlicht am 1. "Well, I guess that's it for now. Work Search: Forcing a smile of his own, Akaashi tilted his head only slightly. It was the weakest sound Akaashi had ever heard. Freezing in his seat, Akaashi read the words ten times over before he finally looked up. Akaashi inhaled deeply and closed his eyes, his eyebrows knitting together as his brow creased. I recommended this book to my friend Sophia, and she cried too. "Thank you, Koutarou." You don't look like shit." "I guess you can Just as long as you're feeling better. "No, I don't think so." He tried to aim for it at the very least, but found it difficult to. In time, Kuroo and Kenma found that it was time for them to make their way back home. He'd never heard of that disease before. January 19th, 6:40pm. "Ha! 42766 guests "I understand. He was nothing more than a blanket with a head. He gave a mock swing of his arm, as if spiking. 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. 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 makes you think I'm attached to you? Akaashi was unhappy with where he was, unhappy with what it was that he was doing. "I could ask you the same thing" Akaashi's lips screwed to the side. Akaashi was glad to have made it in time. His eyes lighting up, Bokuto straightened his back and fished his hand into his pocket. Bokuto would lay still for quite a while, his head tilted to the side with one hand on his stomach, and the other at his side. His head was down and his fingers moved swiftly over the buttons on the gaming device that he held in his hands. "I'm already in Death row. Standing at the side of Bokuto's bed, Akaashi glanced to the open door that led to the hallway. His heart beat a mile a minute, he found it difficult to swallow, and one of his legs bounced up and down rapidly. Another shudder threatened to rattle him, but he kept himself still, as difficult as that was. Cloud Atlas so much.". " Are you here to see Bokuto Koutarou?" "I would stay if it were up to me. Akaashi stepped in and shut the door behind him. Akaashi drew in a breath, but found that he couldn't say anything. "No. He'd brought along a volleyball of his own, just in case they weren't provided with any. Dissociative Identity Disorder: What Is It, Symptoms & Treatment Realizing this, Akaashi decided to take action instead and reach out to comfort him, but not even this he could do. Akaashi set his phone down and leaned back slowly, resting the back of his head against his pillow. I didn't cry either I just assumed it was a dreamwhich i really hope it wasotherwise id be so sad, oop i thought it was like, he died and that was the vision he had before dying/was their afterlife. "Do you still think that you are the best?" Akaashi stifled a laugh. Akaashi cast a weary look in Bokuto's direction, gave a nod, and continued on his way until he was out of the building. Did he really think he was admitted to a hospital just because he was having trouble sleeping? He held it up to his ear and waited for the other line to pick up. An embarrassed chuckle escaped him. I know I don't have much time left." [Uh, sure. He pressed send and watched the phone carefully, waiting for the small ellipses to appear on the lower left side of the screen. "It's your house. He didn't care if it was seven at night, or eight at night, or twelve in the morning, or if the world's clock stopped moving altogether. "Um Bokuto? "That weather will only hurt you. "Please, it will only take a second. As Bokuto backed away from the window, Akaashi was quick to close it, locking the bitter night air out of the room for the remainder of the night. "It's just how I am. "Isn't that what humans do? Sho, known as Shawn in the US dub, is the male lead of The Secret World of Arrietty. "All of this is so- ugh. I guess I can wait that long. I loved this. He reached into his pocket to fish out his phone, and pushed call on one of his contacts. Bokuto turned his head, the pillow crumpling under his neck. ], [They think I'm interning. Bokuto only complied and stuck his entire arm out instead, watching as each individual snowflake passed around his limb, as if none wanted to touch him. He looked around and frowned, and figured it would be best to take his leave. He knew full well the name of the disease he had. "Things happen.". His voice was a soft tremor. Randy Kraus was paralyzed. His left side was useless. But his right He didn't want to be the one to say no to someone who had little to nothing left in his life. Akaashi's eyes lowered, focusing on the arm that was attached to the hand that he was holding. "Didn't think you knew that about him. He twisted his fingers and pursed his lips, wary of what Kuroo would say next. It was all still there, but there was something different about it all that puzzled Akaashi. Bokuto looked down at Akaashi's hand. (See the end of the work for more notes.). In another life bokuto x akaashi - Fan art (2) | Bokuto koutaro Akaashi shared a bench with Kenma. "Why are you so fond of the snow, Bokuto?". Akaashi knew this. But people never laugh at my jokes. I, personally, don't cry at a lot of stuff (I just feel sad), and it's different from person to person. Indifference morphed into curiosity, and said curiosity was what drew Akaashi closer to his new friend. Akaashi sighed. The tiny snowflakes deteriorated in the warmth of his palm, leaving a small puddle behind. He was thinner than before, a large flannel shirt fitting him loosely. He paused. Akaashi placed the small, white compressed lump of snow into Bokuto's palm. This time, Bokuto directed his attention to Akaashi. Obeying with hesitance, Bokuto shifted towards Akaashi and lay against him, fitting into the curve of his arm. Akaashi made sure to take a mental picture of this before he looked down and closed his eyes. The ending is Akaashi dreaming, but Bokuto's soul/spirit is with Akaashi in his dream, and Bokuto "found him" In another life. Weakly, Akaashi parted his lips. Akaashi pulled a solemn face and closed the laptop. He turned his head and met Akaashi's gaze with weary, well rested eyes. It was a dreary place for him, a place he was not fond of, but a place he was obligated to visit. His breathing was controlled, much like one of a person's who was actually asleep. You don't need to know a THING about Haikyuu!! "Do you think you can toss to me?". He needed something anything to say to Bokuto, just so that he could liberate himself of the horrid feeling that threatened to overtake him. You like volleyball too?! 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. With one elbow on the bed, he held his phone so that the both of them could see. Akaashi felt his palm- warm, full, caressing the round of his face. They shared another moment of silence, something that occurred more often than Akaashi would have liked. ", "I Don't know." The drastic weight loss was awful enough, but as if to add insult to injury, Bokuto's worsening condition also made it increasingly difficult for him to walk, move, and speak. What was he to do? Is he here?". Many words dashed through his mind, but he could only think of three that would be best for him to say to Akaashi. A sob wretched its way out from Akaashi's throat. Akaashi cocked his head back to demonstrate this, with his finger tapping his chin. The words echoed in Akaashi's head, as if they'd been spoken aloud. "I didn't Want you to leave. Of all the things that Bokuto found most endearing of the movie, Akaashi never thought it would be that. Bokuto quieted himself, curled up, and watched on as the movie started. ", Shrugging one shoulder, Akaashi grabbed his phone. Kuroo froze. Bokuto's voice was filled to the brim with excitement. He couldn't find his pulse. It was no doubt that he was larger than Akaashi, but that didn't stop him from fitting in just right. Kuroo made a grunting noise and had nothing more to say on the subject. "That was when he learned about the disease. "Keep doing what you're doing." It took a moment for Bokuto to focus on him. He turned his head slowly to look at Bokuto, and watched him as he lay in his arms. A genuine expression made its home on Akaashi's features, and a hand reached up to push through his raven locks. 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 cocked his head to the side. He read up on the symptoms and blinked gently, a hand over his lips. "I'll get you back to the hospital by seven in the morning.". 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. So whenever he went silent, an unwelcomed feeling of discomfort found its home within Akaashi. They don't pay much attention to me anyways!". ", Bokuto looked over at the phone screen. Frankly speaking, it had no affect on him in the slightest. In the span of a little over a month, Bokuto had gone from a general one-hundred and fifty pounds to a mere ninety-seven pounds, last time they'd weighed him. He turned his head weakly, and his body along with it. And at such an early damn age, too?" He dreamt of nothing in particular that night. He laughed hard, or at least as hard as he could. Akaashi eyeballed the small male for a long second, knowing that he wouldn't look up to catch him. "Just Because" He replied in what almost sounded like a surprised tone. At times, Bokuto would do nothing but lie there in bed, twitching back awake whenever his body tried so desperately to fall into the sleeping state that it once knew. He instead continued to stare in Akaashi's direction with hopeful eyes. ], [I would hope so. Heavy raindrops pelted against the window as Bokuto's frantic sounds filled the room. "What? ", "It's more than that!" I just met him." 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. Please play on the highest quality possibleToday, February 3, Bokuto Koutarou's death anniversary.This edit is just based on the fanfic, so don't worry, Boku. Akaashi.". Sleeping didn't come as easy as it used to. He avoided looking at Bokuto altogether. Akaashi had to wait almost a minute for Bokuto's response. Um" He scratched at his cheek, just below his eye. Exhaling through his nostrils, Akaashi reclaimed his seat in bed, crossing his legs. "How insensitive of me" He furrowed his brow, mentally scolding himself. His laughter died down along with Akaashi's. His voice was low. His frustration was unmasked. It had been so long since he'd heard something so loud. "And that's Kenma for you" Kuroo groaned as he repositioned himself in bed, and then he smiled. He squeezed Akaashi, mashing him closer until he could barely breathe. Once he saw this, Kenma picked himself up from his seat, put his hands at his side, and bowed his head. "Are you here every day?". When you're around him, you help him forget.". I've watched this movie so many times, I actually fell asleep." Akaashi couldn't find any words to say at that moment. Akaashi was glad. "Yes.". Again, he felt the light tapping against his arm. He stared at him intently and watched every move he made, to the point where this had captured Akaashi's attention. ", Bokuto snorted. Mentally, he was more than ready to spike, but not so much physically. Akaashi figured that Bokuto would keep to himself for the rest of the night, so he put his focus back to trying to sleep. Akaashi squirmed in discomfort. He pat the empty space next to him animatedly. Bokuto followed briskly. Though he'd gotten thinner, his arms still had some power to them. 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. "I mean, in your state now, it's a bit clichd, don't you think?" He found he had nothing more to say. It was cold and shook in short bursts. At some point during their walk home from the gym, Akaashi had agreed for Bokuto to spend the night at his house. It was then that he started to inaccurately press at words that he was trying to make out. I can probably reschedule], [Nah, it's alright! Akaashi paused for a long moment and said nothing for a while. I was just thinking." Bokuto didn't make a sound. (does that make sense?). what disease did, bokuto have in another lifeturkish airlines flight 981 victims. He then stared at Akaashi, waiting for his response. "Hey- Akaashi, right? He was getting frustrated. People with dissociative disorders escape reality in ways that are involuntary and unhealthy and cause problems with functioning in everyday life. He'd scroll up, up, up until the first text, then would scroll all the way down again, waiting for the ellipse to appear on the lower left side of the screen. At the very least, definitely one of the most impactful. In the span of those three days, he had only acquired a little over four hours of sleep in total. ", Akaashi clenched his jaw behind a mildly irritated face. He spoke just loudly enough for Bokuto to hear him. Why do I let him do this? Akaashi rubbed the back of his neck hastily and closed his eyes. His eyes locked onto Bokuto's. 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 figured he should stay quiet too. 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. He would study them for quite a while until they melted and left behind nothing more than a droplet on his arm. Bokuto kept silent. His undivided attention was on Bokuto. "Alright" He closed his eyes. Looking away slowly, Akaashi watched as Bokuto and Kuroo reappeared in the distance. And just like that, a smile found Bokuto's face again. His golden eyes searched the room for Akaashi. He was much like Akaashi, sitting on the same side of the bed, a good distance apart from his visitor. A small thumb rubbed at the system's screen to remove a smudge. Or maybe January? Getting into the groove, Akaashi follows his routine of preparing for school. He looked around in weary haste, but calmed quickly once his memory had returned to him. He only accepted my company. Akaashi was quick to withdraw his hand, but he managed it discretely. "Bokuto is starting to look less and less like his old self, too. "I said come." "Yeah." Loud, though.". Bokuto inhaled all that he could. Absolutely not. Minutes passed, and in time, Akaashi could feel Bokuto relaxing against him, the signs of fatigue finally wearing him down. His breathing evened out and in no time, he could feel himself slipping, slowly, into the warm grasp of sleep, unable to resist. "I've been insensitive", A laugh bubbled out from Bokuto. He expected to hear a whine of resistance from him, but instead received nothing. They go back a couple of years.". 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. 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. The same thing happened to him some two and a half months ago. I didn't hear what you said" Kenma looked up and was greeted with a front facing camera. Sitting back, he reached a hand out and paused the movie that'd been on screen. "So How are you taking all of this, if I may ask? 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. "What used to be your position back when you would play?" 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. Akaashi's tone was monotonous, but Kuroo didn't fail to detect the venom that lined each word prior to his last sentence. He swallowed thickly and looked out the window. Feeling an amount of guilt build up within his chest, Akaashi pulled out his phone just as quickly as he'd hid it away.
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