He could smell his faint scent. I'm usually around Kuroo, so" He shrugged with little energy. "Of course! 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. This backfired, however, as the other's hand quickly withdrew. Bokuto stared at Akaashi, his features having gone from disappointed to unaccepting. ", The male who stood across from Akaashi shifted his weight to one leg. He laughed again, louder this time. I don't think I've ever heard you laugh, or seen you smile for that matter. He pressed pause on his PSP and tapped one end of it against his open palm. "I did" He paused for a moment. 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. "This is Akaashi. 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. "We were actually just talking about stepping outside. this broke my heart into tiny little pieces, I really don't know if I will ever be able to recover. He pushed the chair away and found Bokuto's side in bed. Ain't that the horror of it all" He rubbed his chin and stalked his way down the hall. Akaashi was close to holding his breath before Bokuto had finally drew his hand back. "Me too" Bokuto's eyes never left Akaashi. Suffers panic attacks because of them. Akaashi didn't even have to see his face to know that Bokuto was beaming. His voice was hushed, gentle. Bokuto had nothing more to say after that. He swallowed thickly and looked out the window. But as he thought of it, he figured he couldn't be blamed for it. Bokuto no longer smelled like a hospital. Indifference morphed into curiosity, and said curiosity was what drew Akaashi closer to his new friend. Akaashi stared on as his mind searched for words. But even if he has, that's not what I meant." Akaashi stirred in bed slightly and let out a weak grunt. I thought you fell asleep.]. He twisted his fingers and pursed his lips, wary of what Kuroo would say next. Bokuto's skin crawled, goose bumps pimpling his porcelain surface. He felt the gentlest of taps against his arm, and he turned his head to meet eyes that were as concerned as they were exhausted. "Bokuto is starting to look less and less like his old self, too. He started on his way. Why the hell did this have to happen to him? He blinked weakly and slid his fingers down the sides of his phone, a sign of weariness that he could not disobey. His eyes lighting up, Bokuto straightened his back and fished his hand into his pocket. "I envy you. Not in front of Bokuto. Akaashi sighed and lazily dragged his finger along the d-pad. The sky was already black. You really are straightforward, aren't you? The hospital AU that no body asked for, but that I took upon myself to write. "Kuroo looks happy now. "Give me a break here." His frustration was unmasked. "Hm? "I didn't Want you to leave. Bokuto covered his mouth and coughed suddenly. They asked him questions. "Shit- shit." Why do I let him do this? They were the only two in the gym. The words echoed in Akaashi's head, as if they'd been spoken aloud. ok look. He was happy that he'd admitted those words. to watch kuroo slowly die was a kind of pain i didn't know existed. The reflection of ending movie credits could be seen in Akaashi's eyes as they scrolled up along the screen of his laptop. "Of course they do." Akaashi couldn't help but almost smile back, his lips barely twitching. He urged him to keep the blanket around him, but Bokuto insisted that he leave it behind. Do something Akaashi closed his mouth and swallowed. their spirits found each other again as they moved on to "another life". But always, he'd receive nothing. Mildly embarrassed, Bokuto looked away and rubbed his arms. Akaashi was glad to have made it in time. He chuckles. I most definitely did not sob reading this. It was a dreary place for him, a place he was not fond of, but a place he was obligated to visit. A sheepish grin curled Akaashi's lips. He spoke with a small woman there, and after several minutes had passed, Akaashi backed away from the desk, some sheets of paper in hand. Everyone came to an unspoken agreement after the one sentence. He approached his bedside silently. Bokuto breathed in deeply, the sound filling the small space around them. "But I thought you had that nightmare." His body jerked with each sob that was torn from him, his frame curling to bring himself closer. Randy Kraus was paralyzed. His left side was useless. But his right Bokuto was elated. Akaashi turned to catch a glimpse of him, but he stared off in the distance, his eyes not focusing on anything in particular. 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. In Another Life - LittleLuxray - Haikyuu!! [Archive of Our Own] He looked down at Bokuto's phone. "About three hours." He looked up, gazed at Akaashi past his bleached blonde bangs, and straightened his back in the slightest way possible. Akaashi closed his eyes against him. "That's Fine with me." He would have laughed if he could. He watched as Kuroo walked away, far enough for small details to become blurred. A small thumb rubbed at the system's screen to remove a smudge. what disease did, bokuto have in another life "I hope you don't mind me sleeping." In Another Life- Bokuto x Akaashi-Dreame He couldn't sleep for about an hour after the text, but ultimately slipped off to sleep. He stared at him intently and watched every move he made, to the point where this had captured Akaashi's attention. Kuroo rubbed his elbow, irate, and sighed in defeat. Bokuto spoke, his voice peaceful. Akaashi placed the box back onto the counter and huffed softly. There was a longing in his eyes that Akaashi couldn't stand to see. Gazing up at Akaashi, Bokuto frowned and tried to form some words, but failed in the end. Bokuto asked aloud, finally pulling his hands from his hood pockets. He sighed his response with a grin. Akaashi stood from his seat and walked to the windowsill. His eyes locked onto Bokuto's. Akaashi stepped to the side. ", Confused and mildly shocked, Akaashi made a face. Heavy raindrops pelted against the window as Bokuto's frantic sounds filled the room. Bokuto and Kuroo continued to talk animatedly, the both of them out of earshot. And remember, you're the best." He continued to stare on as he talked. Inhaling deeply, Akaashi lingered in place, then sat down in the empty seat next to Kuroo. 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. "Well then, if you had a second chance" Akaashi hesitated. He reached a hand out and found Bokuto's. I thought it was what you wanted". It's Akaashi. No!" "It's not fair. Imagine the looks on their faces when they see me coming in from the outside. Dreaming.". Akaashi stepped in and turned his head. You always do.". Akaashi relaxed then, keeping the sleeping act alive. The last thing he wanted to do was wake him up, so they lay in silence for minutes on end. Just then, Akaashi's lips parted in realization. Akaashi never received another message in the remaining hour that he was awake. "Don't do that." Akaashi sat in bed, laptop in his lap, as his fingers scrolled and typed frantically. Bokuto quieted himself, curled up, and watched on as the movie started. "Setter. "What?". His breathing evened out and in no time, he could feel himself slipping, slowly, into the warm grasp of sleep, unable to resist. They made him feel nauseous to a point where he had to sit up in bed and swallow deep, slow breaths in order to cool himself down, and he did just that, reaching his hands up to rub at his eyes before taking a tense look around his room. In minutes, the information desk was in his sights, and for the first time in forever, he'd actually gone to it. Akaashi asked sincerely. He knit his fingers together and kept his eyes down, anticipating when the first boom of thunder would sound. what disease did, bokuto have in another lifeturkish airlines flight 981 victims. He was much like Akaashi, sitting on the same side of the bed, a good distance apart from his visitor. As he walked, he stared at the backs of the two men in front of him. His hand took Bokuto's own, and he held it gently. "I feel the same about this place, honestly." He stared at Bokuto and could only nod with whatever it was he thought he was agreeing with. Bokuto doesn't do well with those", "Ah" Kuroo looked at the ceiling, as if he would be able to see the clouds from there. He circled around the male, apologizing flatly before he continued on. Where most people would detach themselves, Bokuto took hold and wouldn't let go, being as persistent as he was energetic. text me when you're finished! I can't Sl..eep. 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. My friend is." "See you in three hours." The various identities control a person's behavior at different times. Akaashi pulled Bokuto back inside. We're friends." His golden eyes searched the room for Akaashi. Akaashi took an unnoticeable step back. You don't need to know a THING about Haikyuu!! Bokuto's head lolled to the side, directing his attention back to the movie. This is why I never read Major Character Death. "How many words are there? 3) Akaashi died in the end, and meets Bokuto in the afterlife. In no time, Akaashi is ready and prepared for school. Akaashi lifted his head and looked to his side. Akaashi's asked in a leveled tone. I wish I could sleep like that again.". That was six days ago. ", Bokuto stared at Akaashi. Healthy. He hesitated for a moment, but finally spoke up. "Ah. He didn't seem like one to say goodbye or hello for that matter, so both Akaashi and Bokuto didn't pay any mind to it. He looked up, and his gaze found Bokuto's. He then tossed it to Bokuto once he was close enough. Sorry.]. After a moment, he finally spoke. Exhaling through his nostrils, Akaashi reclaimed his seat in bed, crossing his legs. Akaashi is dreaming and he sees bokuto in his dream and most ppl think this also. I hope you enjoyed thisI researched FFI a lot actually, in order to get a better understanding of it. But as he thought of it, as he narrowed down the true meanings of both phrases, he ultimately could not decide which of the two were more horrifying. Stretching out a trembling arm, Akaashi took hold of Bokuto's hand. He found it strange, how Bokuto was the one . Akaashi's arm cautiously wrapped itself around Bokuto's broad shoulders. Akaashi swallowed thickly and crossed his hands, rubbing one thumb over the other. "See, look." He asked this in a tone of disbelief. DEFINITELY. His tired eyes were on Akaashi. Bokuto's spirits fell, his frown deep. He read up on the symptoms and blinked gently, a hand over his lips. And to have gotten to know you". But ultimately, they would urge him to carry out the task that had been pushed on him, and one way or another, he'd do it. "Because you said you were okay, and I knew you weren't.". His eyes stared forward, uninterested in the information desk several meters from him. It's why I didn't want to come along. ", Silently, the dark haired male frowned. There was almost a hint of sarcasm in his voice. 2) After Akaashi fell asleep, he somehow transported to an alternate universe where Bokuto is alive. A shiver racked Akaashi, causing the hairs on the back of his neck to stand. It hurt him to think that Bokuto had barely even experienced the joys of a young adult's life before that crippling disease had taken a hold of him. Kuroo was just as bitter. He rubbed his hands together weakly and tilted his head to the side. Bokuto knew this, and now Akaashi did, too. "All of this is so- ugh. i'm internally SOBBING. Akaashi pulled a solemn face and closed the laptop. He removed his slippers and waited at the entrance for his friend to enter. Akaashi spoke in a calm, slow voice. "Shut up." The ending is Akaashi dreaming, but Bokuto's soul/spirit is with Akaashi in his dream, and Bokuto "found him" In another life. "What are you doing?". I can still walk around and get to where I have to go! This one.". He would have to close Bokuto's blinds and take his mind off of it somehow. 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. Akaashi frowned. "What if they've already found out? Bokuto talked quietly in response to Kenma, gave a nod, and smiled. Another two weeks had passed since Akaashi had seen Bokuto, but this time, he waited outside of the hospital, several meters away from the entrance. He pulled the thick blanket over himself with much effort. I don't want to hear them. This was their unspoken communication. His mind wouldn't allow him to. The main cause was identified as animal feed including meat and bone meal (MBM) from rendered, and in some cases infected, cows. He could only watch as those tears fell at a faster pace, down onto his hospital gown and onto the floor. 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. Surprised, Akaashi gave Bokuto his attention again. Startled, Akaashi opened his eyes and glanced in Kuroo's direction. Unconsciously, his hand grasped Akaashi's own, and he dragged it down with his lack of strength, causing both of them to startle. Take a seat." The both of them had sat down long ago, leaving Bokuto and Kuroo to their own business as they wandered about and waved their arms around in their animated way of speaking. My last memory of Bokuto will not be of him sharply dressed, pale, stiff, and stuffed in a casket, surrounded by a countless amount of people who did not care for him at all until the day they heard about his death. please dont make this flop i has to rearead EVERYTHING just so that i could be in the "feels" making this video. "Hi." Akaashi twisted his lips to the side and decided to bring up something else. I'm not just some visitor, after all. He found himself unable to say anything else, figuring that Bokuto wouldn't have anything to say either, but he was wrong. "I guess I could find some time to talk every so often." Alarmed, he snapped around quickly. Akaashi bounced the ball off the floor twice. The hand that supported his weight against the windowsill trembled without pause, and his other remained outside, shaking in the cold dead of night. He thought the video had gone by too quickly, but it had actually lasted a little under thirty seconds. "Well, even if you wanted to, I wouldn't have an answer for you." He couldn't find his pulse. Akaashi's jaw clenched. He spoke just loudly enough for Bokuto to hear him. Akaashi rubbed the back of his neck hastily and closed his eyes. Whatever was left of Akaashi's smile faded. Bokuto looked up, surprised, and glanced back down at the snack in his hands. "So Three hours is nothing." An old friend." So please Let me have this.". "Well, you're laughing now" He tried to hide his smile. never reading fanfics again (probably will), *gestures vaguely* idk what to do with my life anymore i won't ever recover from this , I've cried so much, I really loved it, it had been a while since I don't cry with a book. His face glowed the quietest shade of red, and he tried to hide it from Akaashi. Bokuto was very different from everyone else Akaashi had ever met before him. "That weather will only hurt you. Nodding once, Akaashi acknowledged Kuroo's words, but did not know how to respond to them. Once he did, Bokuto continued. "Get over here." ", Bokuto pulled away to face his smirking friend. Watching as Bokuto ran forward, Akaashi set the ball perfectly. But on rare occasions, there were times when he'd have no choice but to watch Bokuto fall apart at the hands of his illness, and he hated it. "What is it? Bokuto followed, his arm still around him. I recommended this book to my friend Sophia, and she cried too. "You tremble when it's seventy degrees in the room. Bokuto swallowed thickly and toyed with the Pocky in his hand. Bokuto smiled wide to those words. He commented softly, leaning back in his seat. He feared that if he did, he wouldn't be able to keep his emotions at bay. "Sh-shut up, Akaashi" He breathed in deeply, frustrated with himself and the gradual growth of his speech impediment, but continued on. "It caught me off guard. They were fingers. Akaashi placed the small, white compressed lump of snow into Bokuto's palm. "That was your idea of a joke?". Normally he would have been red with irritation from the sound of such irksome persistence, but the smile that would claim Bokuto's face whenever he agreed to something would make Akaashi forget all about how frustrated he was. Despite this, it only seemed to make Bokuto laugh even harder. 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 moved in his seat and sat straight against the head of the bed, then looked down at Bokuto. "I'm supposed to be here, actually. Bokuto's fingers touched at Akaashi's knuckles. "Are you here every day?". Dissociative Identity Disorder: What Is It, Symptoms & Treatment Thank you for reading, it means a lot that you've read through my work! Bokuto stood at the side of Akaashi's bed. Akaashi never knew that Bokuto was one to suddenly sulk on a dime. Why did he want to know his name? "I am. Yeah, he left the room. "Do you think you can toss to me?". Akaashi grew silent and knitted his fingers together on his stomach, his head relaxing into his pillow. Akaashi closed his eyes and sighed, swaying absentmindedly in his step, opening his eyes just in time to swiftly avoid colliding with someone. He breathed in sharply. ", Akaashi was straightforward, but he wasn't heartless. No words were exchanged for what seemed like forever before Akaashi spoke up. An exhausted breath left him, and Akaashi finally fell asleep. (does that make sense?). 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 spoke gently in Bokuto's direction. He pat the empty space next to him animatedly. Bokuto stared at the screen with interested eyes, wondering what the content would consist of. Sucking his teeth, Bokuto pulled the blanket up to just beneath his chin. Akaashi laced his fingers together and dug his nails into the backs of his hands. He tossed the navy blue one to Bokuto, remembering how fond he was of it the last time he'd come over. His voice was a soft tremor. And the I found you just shattered my heart like just smash it on the floor and step on it why dont you . His eyes gave away just how much he missed his friend. Akaashi took a shot at it. His eyes were glued to Akaashi's, and Akaashi found that he was unable to look away. "Is your bed alright?" Very happy to have met you. One of the voices belonged to Bokuto. Akaashi heaved a sigh. Akaashi was quick to withdraw his hand, but he managed it discretely. This story is a heart wrenching major character death story. They settled there, deeming Bokuto one of them for the remainder of their frozen lives before they eventually melted or fell away. He glowered at nothing in particular. People walked by him, around him, up and down the halls, to and fro, but no one seemed to notice him. The sound of the palm of Bokuto's hand meeting the ball sounded much like an explosion. "I've been cooped up in this place for too long. Obeying with hesitance, Bokuto shifted towards Akaashi and lay against him, fitting into the curve of his arm. Bokuto's words haunted him, and they repeated themselves over and over in his mind. The black haired male bounced the ball again and walked over to position. How old is Bokuto and Akaashi? Not after this. He chuckled and rubbed at his face wearily. Pursing his lips timidly, Akaashi ceased to speak. [Verse 2 . "I heard the doctors talking. ], [You probably fell asleep. It was small and measly, but there. 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. He answered blatantly. "I don't want to." As much as it infuriated him, he knew that Bokuto wasn't going to go anywhere unless he let him into his home first. 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. "My parents aren't home.". He needed something anything to say to Bokuto, just so that he could liberate himself of the horrid feeling that threatened to overtake him. Bokuto resisted, standing firm in place. Akaashi watched Bokuto, mesmerized by his actions. Though the question was asked clearly, Bokuto didn't make a sound, nor did he move. "There is no known cure, huh?" He said the name with a lack of interest to try and soften the blow, but Akaashi knew that no matter how he approached it, Bokuto would frown when he heard the name. He gripped his phone in his hand and took in a deep breath, filling his lungs with all the air that he could before he exhaled through his nostrils. After a moment of trying to gather himself, Bokuto choked out two simple words with quivering lips. Blatantly, he thanked her, and continued on his way, passing by several rooms as he did so. "You seem to have grown more attached to that Pocky stick than me". Sho has navy blue/black hair and brown eyes. In no time, Bokuto was standing in front of Akaashi, eager in every way to make it to the gymnasium. Relaxing his head against the crook of Bokuto's neck, Akaashi blinked wearily and stared off into the distance. Strange. so this is basically a bokuaka au where bokuto and akaashi meet at a hospital and bokuto has this disease which they haven't found a cure for yet. Akaashi drew in a breath, but found that he couldn't say anything. When he exhaled, a puff of smoke left him. Kind of confusing, but good. He was thinner than before, a large flannel shirt fitting him loosely. Akaashi groaned softly and covered his face. He stared down at the screen, his brow furrowing slightly. It took some time, but he finally answered. They had a strange relationship, to say the least. "It m-makes me Feel like I'll h-have another life One beyond this one One that's better Wh.. Where I can actually wake up to you and be with y you" A smile played on his pale, thin lips. Akaashi's eyes widened, his emotions now falling victim to a strange mix of fear and fury. what disease did, bokuto have in another life Akaashi literally found nothing special about Bokuto. what disease did, bokuto have in another life. He found some and said them without a second thought. "That's interesting". He stared up at Akaashi with that smile that never seemed to fade. He rubbed his face quietly. They go back a couple of years.". littleluxray's writing style is absolutely amazing and i can see why several people love this. They asked about the blanket and the scarf, but they never asked about Bokuto. ", "It's alright."
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