[I must have texted you while you were asleep!]. "Akaashi?" Even if it's just a little bit." He then turned his attention to Akaashi. It was the longest minute he'd ever been forced to sit through. "Alright" He closed his eyes. Slipping his head down to Bokuto's chest, Akaashi leaned against his frail frame. That had been one of Bokuto's worst attacks yet. Kind of confusing, but good. This would have me to conclude that he had Bipolar 1, or possibly Cyclothymia Disorder, which has brief periods of mania and depression. It was a good idea to have never told them about him after all. "Bokuto is starting to look less and less like his old self, too. Bokuto's breathing was quiet, and his hand never really remained still for a long time. Your interest is always appreciated. "May I ask your name?" 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. "What used to be your position back when you would play?" Pressing his lips into a thin slab of a line, Akaashi shook his head once more. ", "Kenma is fine." There was definitely a storm coming his way, so Akaashi knew that Bokuto would need him. But always, he'd receive nothing. My sister told me to read it, since I really don't cry. His fingers remained stiff for quite some time as his eyes read the introductory paragraph over and over again. But instead, he was greeted with nothing. He used to be bigger than Kuroo, but now he's the one who's smaller. And here he is". His eyes gave away just how much he missed his friend. Kuroo's voice was reserved and reluctant. And remember, you're the best." Akaashi stopped in his tracks, in front of Bokuto's room. what disease did, bokuto have in another life what disease did, bokuto have in another life 61.7K 2.6K 3.9K. [I'm excited for you to come over tomorrow! Akaashi could feel Bokuto's enthusiasm through his text messages. Akaashi couldn't sleep, but it wasn't because of his unfamiliarity with Bokuto that caused this. Pursing his lips timidly, Akaashi ceased to speak. Akaashi cocked his head back to demonstrate this, with his finger tapping his chin. "I heard the doctors talking. The other spoke in a quiet voice, low and brooding. He found himself unable to say anything else, figuring that Bokuto wouldn't have anything to say either, but he was wrong. Akaashi watched closely as Bokuto mouthed and typed the name. Bokuto's eyes widened. "They used to play volleyball together. He didn't get a response, nor did he see any signs of responding. to enjoy it, and okay, maybe you'll regret it when you're crying so hard you might pass out at 3am, but ultimately you'll be glad you read this masterpiece. "I don't Know much about this Disease. He hated how difficult it had become for him to tell apart the real things from the fake ones. "My parents aren't home.". No one. ], [Are you calming down? But three hours can also feel like seven minutes. "It's not like I would've made any noise," Bokuto all but shouted, following after him. "I barely ever see it." He then stared at Akaashi, waiting for his response. "If you would please listen." Thank you for reading, it means a lot that you've read through my work! That's how much he supposedly weighs now? It works for me as well. Mentally, he was more than ready to spike, but not so much physically. At first, Akaashi thought nothing of it. He didn't bother to check. But that still doesn't make me a better person. Bokuto followed, his arm still around him. We also all know how Bokuto also gets really depressed (Bokuto's emo mode) in the middle of matches. The reflection of ending movie credits could be seen in Akaashi's eyes as they scrolled up along the screen of his laptop. Mustering a weak nod, Bokuto's lips curled at the sides just a bit more. Kuroo looked at Akaashi sideways. He pulled and tugged at them restlessly. Akaashi literally found nothing special about Bokuto. "Don't cry over it." His arms and legs were stiff, as were his eyes. 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. Kuroo rubbed his elbow, irate, and sighed in defeat. 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. "Just Because" He replied in what almost sounded like a surprised tone. "Hey- Akaashi, right? The nickname popped into Akaashi's head for a brief second. That had been the fifth time that month where Akaashi had to tear himself out of another nightmare. His hand wobbled so much that it was impossible to decipher which letters he was hitting. And with that glint came his smile. He stared in Bokuto's direction, at him this time. Akaashi never knew that Bokuto was one to suddenly sulk on a dime. 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. Bokuto leaned in and touched his forehead to Akaashi's. He wore a confused expression, wondering just what the other had meant by that word. Akaashi lifted his head in subtle interest. You'll still be the best. Bokuto's spirits fell, his frown deep. haikyuulovestory, xread. I never meant to drag you into my life". The sound of someone cautiously moving their arm when they didn't wish to wake someone. Akaashi had to wait almost a minute for Bokuto's response. Cloud Atlas so much.". what disease did, bokuto have in another life ", "Well, I brought it up, just as a suggestion, but then he got really excited." The bedsheets crumpled beneath his hands. "Please, it will only take a second. My home is not a place for you to be right now. He brought his hand down to his side. Kuroo spoke to him, and Akaashi listened and often responded. The hospital AU that no body asked for, but that I took upon myself to write. "A-p-a-t-h-yk-u-n." Bokuto was close to saving the contact before Akaashi spoke up. Then I'll have to walk you to the hospital before the doctors find out you're missing and lose their minds. He didn't last another second in Bokuto's company before he turned and briskly walked out of the room. He was staring outside at the white clouds that shrouded the skies, mesmerized by just how colorless it made everything seem. But then he spoke up again. He left the room quickly, leaving Bokuto by his lonesome. ok look. ", Bokuto pulled away to face his smirking friend. "Well then, if you had a second chance" Akaashi hesitated. That was six days ago. The various identities control a person's behavior at different times. A trembling, tender laugh escaped Akaashi. "You were out for about an hour.". "Do you want to watch a movie?". He snorted in laughter. Kenma rubbed his nose with his sleeve. He was trying to, he truly was, but he just couldn't. Are you busy?". He tried to open his mouth to say them, but he performed another action instead. ", "It's alright." It took some time, but he finally answered. He drags you back in. 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 held an air around him as if he were having a normal conversation about the weather. Does someone remember the name of the movie that Bokuto and - Quora sutton united average attendance; "Let's just go.". He eyed the blonde one for quite a while. "That's interesting". This was their unspoken communication. They both found it easier to believe in that lie than to accept the truth of what was to come. In no time, Akaashi is ready and prepared for school. "What?". This entire review has been hidden because of spoilers. He felt his heart rate accelerate, and his throat tightened as his vision blurred. The day was strangely chilly, with an occasional breeze now and then, causing the browning leaves to rustle in the trees above. We can watch Cloud Atlas again. The question came out of the blue. He huffed out a breath and turned around. It reminded him of his home Bokuto nearly bumped into Akaashi as he stopped to enter his room. ", Silently, the dark haired male frowned. Bokuto's skin crawled, goose bumps pimpling his porcelain surface. His eyes were half-lidded and glued to the screen, his face void of emotion. I've heard a lot about you in the short hour that I've been here.". "How many words are there? "It isn't." "What doesn't?" "I Don't Usually text," Akaashi murmured. "Akaashi Keiji." Akaashi was quick to withdraw his hand, but he managed it discretely. It took all of his power not to flinch when he'd felt the unfamiliar touch. "So we were going to step outside for a minute or two in order to get this owl to shut up.". "Bokuto," he whispered. 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. He said in a hushed voice. "I said come." That would be nice. A subtle, gentle sound. This book was absolutely fantabulous. Ahhhh I know you didn't tell me to send a video, but, I'm not someone who follows rules." Akaashi nodded once, and that was all that Bokuto needed to hear before he ran off to retrieve the ball. He turned his head and met Akaashi's gaze with weary, well rested eyes. Akaashi leaned over in his seat to move himself closer to Bokuto. Kuroo would have been concerned if not for finding out what had happened earlier that day. They meet, and they cherish their memories until Bokuto dies. He was redirecting the pain. Akaashi refused to have reacted to those moments, hoping to spare his visitor the embarrassment of him having seen that. His yellow eyes stared at the screen intently. If he had known that sending simple text messages would have turned into daily hospital visits, then he would have never handed over his cell number. He didn't look into any of the rooms. He only bundled himself up in the sheets that surrounded him. No one was bothered by him, so there he stood. The sound of Bokuto's laughter caused Akaashi to turn his head back to him. "About three hours." He didn't want to. His hands at his sides, Bokuto bowed. He spoke just loudly enough for Bokuto to hear him. "Get back into bed. jackie robinson life and legacy. Three times, Bokuto jolted awake involuntarily, and three times, he covered his eyes with his forearm and heaved a quiet sigh. In another life.". I couldn't stop, even if I tried. "Don't call me that." But Akaashi knew full well that such a thing wasn't possible with Bokuto's condition. Bokuto nodded and stretched a wobbling arm out. I'm trying to detach myself. The soft touch of Akaashi's hair against his chin comforted Bokuto, and pulled him into a relaxed state. Out there, the sickly one trembled like a new born animal, even with the extra jacket that Akaashi had offered him. Things could be worse. Taking the ball in his hands, Akaashi aimed for the approximate location as to where Bokuto would spike the ball. "Why do you watch me like that?" Bokuto didn't make a sound. Slowly, he reached a hand out and closed it over the twitching one, his four fingers fitting into Bokuto's palm. Kuroo didn't seem surprised in the slightest. He tried desperately to hold it in. what disease did, bokuto have in another life Akaashi didn't want to bring up the fact that Bokuto probably would no longer possess the ability to walk by the time any snow did get a chance to fall, so he kept his mouth shut. "How insensitive of me" He furrowed his brow, mentally scolding himself. Why must I always run into the strange ones? [I'm well, thank you Just catching up on some volleyball things], [VOLLEYBALL?! "You've had two panic attacks this week already, and your hallucinations are getting worse. In The Other Life - Chapter 1 - miyozun - Archive of Our Own In Another Life LittleLuxray 4.68 768 ratings185 reviews Sleeping didn't come as easy as it used to. He slowly lowered his head and folded his arms. He knit his fingers together and kept his eyes down, anticipating when the first boom of thunder would sound. This is one of the best fics, no, pieces of writing full stop that I've ever read! If you wanna. "So, how was it, watching the movie for the thousandth time?" 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. His phone was there. A small thumb rubbed at the system's screen to remove a smudge. "Drowning in something black, sort of like tar. He held his breath, then proceeded to ask again. Bokuto tightened his grasp in that automatic way he always did. text me when you're finished! "Come on" Akaashi reached a hand out to help Bokuto to his feet. It was soft. Those yellow eyes were gleaming. "I sort of got to know him through Kuroo's company. In another life. I couldn't put Bokuto through all of that. "See you in three hours." You've got all the right to sleep". ", "I Don't know." 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. "The movie kept me company. "Don't apologize.". Bokuto had always been struggling to keep a positive front, but inside, he was falling apart all along. Pursing his lips, Akaashi let his head fall back into the pillows. He stood there, hesitant, uninterested, indifferent. Reading it at 3am didn't help either because I was just crying in front of my phone screen until the sun rose. Akaashi followed after knowing that Kenma was nearby. Akaashi opened the first movie that he had in his computer's memory. Press question mark to learn the rest of the keyboard shortcuts. Akaashi reached his hand up to rub the back of his neck roughly, administering a feeling of discomfort to one area in order to ignore the pain that threatened to swallow his heart. After this, he would repeat the same process, paying little to no mind to the freezing cold that surrounded him. Akaashi blinked slowly. He dreamt of nothing in particular that night. I was the only one willing to give it to him." 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. This one.". Thick, white eyebrows raised above yellow hues. He observed his surroundings once again, having been fascinated by the inside of someone else's home. After a moment, quietly, he spoke. 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. "This is all so nostalgic." ", Confused and mildly shocked, Akaashi made a face. Akaashi, don't give him a hard time, or you and I are going to fucking fight.". His head hung low, and his attention belonged only to the handheld system that entertained him. He translated all that his words could not. He couldn't find his pulse. He set the drinks down and shuffled into bed, as if trying not to wake the other. He then reached out and took hold of Bokuto's arm to help him back to the bed. 42766 guests Bokuto's eyes stared forward with an engrossed gaze, his yellow hues taking a mental picture of what he probably would never see again. This was his way of saying he was feeling alright. "So you must be leaving soon, then.". "I'm taking it well, or at least I think I am. "Yeah." "Setter. They don't know how to H-heal me, so" From beneath the blanket, Akaashi could see Bokuto's shoulders rise and fall. He did the only thing that he could and nodded again, then closed his eyes, and slightly turned his head away. 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. You like volleyball too?! He furrowed his brow and exhaled heavily, his eyes looking down. left kudos on this work. Akaashi's eyes widened, his emotions now falling victim to a strange mix of fear and fury. "I wonder if Bokuto knows about all of this." 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. [Then I guess I'll see you at the hospital around a week or two from now. He said lightheartedly, his fingers trembling around his phone. In seconds, his hand was calm again. [Yeah! He was nothing more than a blanket with a head. But Akaashi now couldn't find it in himself to sleep. He held them against his frame in the twenty degree weather, and though many people gave him strange looks and watched him side-ways, none of this affected him in the slightest. More than 100,000 cattle were confirmed infected. I haven't gone outside in days." He watched Bokuto's fingers curl around the phone, and his hand slowly backed away. So whenever he went silent, an unwelcomed feeling of discomfort found its home within Akaashi. "What are you doing?". Sucking his teeth, Bokuto pulled the blanket up to just beneath his chin. If you love sci-fi shows, then there is one thing you have in common with Netflix.In the plethora of content that it releases every month, the streaming service seems especially invested in the sci-fi genre. 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. Bokuto was bursting with emotion. Bokuto did not move a muscle after having seen Akaashi stir. 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. 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. I see." It was a surreal feeling, one that he could never in one million years describe. Did you see that?!" He stared down at the screen, his brow furrowing slightly. ", "Comforting?" "Take a seat. "Shit- shit." "I understand. Bokuto asked aloud, finally pulling his hands from his hood pockets. Akaashi stared on as his mind searched for words. "Give me a break here." "What would you have chosen to say?". Bokuto's voice was soft, measly, and carried no force to it. Kuroo finally left the room after four minutes or so, having forgotten that he was supposed to leave in the first place. He didn't care, nor did he think he would care in the near future. Was it bad? "I know you're fond of that movie." He wanted nothing to do with it. Akaashi furrowed his brow and looked outside, away from Bokuto. "Impressive." At some time while Akaashi was spacing out, the blue blanket that surrounded Bokuto had been pulled up just below his chin, with only his arm hanging out to hold onto Akaashi's hand. Indifference morphed into curiosity, and said curiosity was what drew Akaashi closer to his new friend. His eyes where set forward. Akaashi sat cross legged in the seat adjacent to Bokuto's bed. "If it isn't too much trouble, may I come over?". He drew in a deep breath and blinked away the stinging in his eyes. Akaashi knew that running probably wasn't the best thing that he should have been doing, but he said nothing about it. That night was no different as Akaashi repeated this action for the twentieth time that day, his thumb scrolling up and down for minutes on end until he finally came to a stop. He was happy that he'd admitted those words. He could only watch as those tears fell at a faster pace, down onto his hospital gown and onto the floor. "Well, even if you wanted to, I wouldn't have an answer for you." Though the question was asked clearly, Bokuto didn't make a sound, nor did he move. Akaashi sighed to himself, frustrated with how easily he'd given in to Bokuto's begging. 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. "So I figured if you left now You Wouldn't have to And it wouldn't h-hurt so much". Akaashi snorted softly and leaned back in his seat. He stared at him intently and watched every move he made, to the point where this had captured Akaashi's attention. But even so, Bokuto still suffered from trembling spells, and they would come in small, short bursts and last only several seconds before his body became too weak to keep it up. He watched as Bokuto's smile faded instantly, his eyes having gone from half lidded to wide in a second. It lit Bokuto's face up just enough for Akaashi to take in those healthy features that were staring back at him. I thought you fell asleep.]. Akaashi relaxed then, keeping the sleeping act alive. I, personally, don't cry at a lot of stuff (I just feel sad), and it's different from person to person. In his silence, Bokuto wept to himself, fat tears rolling down his cheeks in numbers.
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