Akaashi listened to the quickened rate of Bokuto's still beating heart, and knew that this was his response to his words. Things could be worse. RandyKrauswasparalyzed.Hisleftsidewasuseless.Buthisrighthandwas1enoughtoliftabuckettohisforehead.Oncehe'dbeenapoliceofficerandownedaprivate-eyeagency.Oncehe . "Alright" He closed his eyes. I wish I could sleep like that again.". The sky burned a strong, orange glow as the sun set in the distance. Silently and almost in fascination, Bokuto stared at Akaashi once again, longer this time before he looked up, then down, then away. Sho has navy blue/black hair and brown eyes. ", "It's alright." i dont normally include fanfics but i read this one months ago and every time i remember it, i sob uncontrollably so i felt like it deserved a place on my profile, T-T. Is it weird to say that this is my comfort fic?? "Keep doing what you're doing." It worried him enough to get some words out of him. Bokuto's spirits fell, his frown deep. Akaashi sighed and lazily dragged his finger along the d-pad. I'm not sick, but this place makes me feel like I am." In another life.". Akaashi twisted his lips to the side and decided to bring up something else. He couldn't bring himself to read over the last four words of the text again and ultimately shut off his phone. "I wanted to do s-so many things". Bokuto would wince and snap back to reality the way someone would when they dreamt they were falling. He opened it and pulled one out. 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. Slipping his head down to Bokuto's chest, Akaashi leaned against his frail frame. His eyes were half-lidded and glued to the screen, his face void of emotion. And just like that, a smile found Bokuto's face again. I'm usually around Kuroo, so" He shrugged with little energy. That toss was perfect!" With this, he raised a quivering hand and his index finger. i like how you see the main character develop through their friendship and idk, it made me feel like they were soulmates who had a positive impact on each other. Cold. His head rested on mine with the weight of someone's who's unconscious.". Haikyuu!! He exerted more force into his arms, getting Bokuto to take a step back. 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. Several hours had passed since the message from Kuroo, and both Bokuto and Akaashi didn't do much. Akaashi raised his eyebrows. Akaashi furrowed his brow and looked outside, away from Bokuto. He wouldn't always get answers, Akaashi was aware of this, but he would still ask him things. It took every fiber of his being to keep his voice from trembling. Frail, shaking fingers pushed through his own black and white hair in an attempt to calm himself down, but another thunder clap sounded, louder that time. 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. His head was down and his fingers moved swiftly over the buttons on the gaming device that he held in his hands. "Come on" Akaashi reached a hand out to help Bokuto to his feet. He swallowed thickly and looked out the window. It was soft. 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. He held his hand up in a "peace sign", and the video ended with him on screen. He was grinning. Akaashi spoke in a calm, slow voice. "You don't have to put that." I knew this was the most notorious/popular fic in the Haikyuu!! His hand held onto one of Bokuto's very thin arms, and his thumb would occasionally rub up and down to comfort him. Akaashi went straight into the reading. His breathing evened out and in no time, he could feel himself slipping, slowly, into the warm grasp of sleep, unable to resist. What was he to say? 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. Apathy-kun. Which makes this review sound negative, BUT!! In seconds, Kenma was down the hall and making his way down the stairs, having completely ignored Kuroo as well. He climbed into bed and folded one leg, pulling over his laptop to start it up. All he could do was watch in muted anguish as Bokuto finally accepted what had become of his short lived life. Wincing, Akaashi turned his head away. The various identities control a person's behavior at different times. Despite this, it only seemed to make Bokuto laugh even harder. He was nothing more than a blanket with a head. Akaashi nodded once, and that was all that Bokuto needed to hear before he ran off to retrieve the ball. He pushed Akaashi back this time. Akaashi would answer his questions coldly, with little to no emotion, but Bokuto would cherish these answers and retort with excitement in his tone. Did he really think he was admitted to a hospital just because he was having trouble sleeping? Left.". He feared that if he did, he wouldn't be able to keep his emotions at bay. His head rested against the bed, slumped to the side, facing away from Akaashi. Bokuto whispered. Akaashi frowned and felt that familiar pain pierce his chest. "The movie kept me company. "I don't want you to grow any m-more attached to me th-than y-you already are. "My parents aren't home.". Freezing in his seat, Akaashi read the words ten times over before he finally looked up. No words were exchanged for what seemed like forever before Akaashi spoke up. Looking up from the laptop screen, Bokuto directed his attention to Akaashi. Akaashi sat up and placed his phone on the counter. "Didn't that come off as remotely funny? He didn't bother to check. I see." "You're too loud, be quiet." What sat upon the screen was not what he thought it would be, but rather A simple compliment. Akaashi glanced in the direction of where Bokuto was staring. Healthy. Lying on his back, he stared at the ceiling. Akaashi stared through the stranger. And even if he could speak, he wouldn't have been able to talk for long considering the state he was in. His words were as straightforward as they were indifferent. Akaashi moved his head to the side and touched his forehead to Bokuto's neck. "I would hope so." 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. He commented softly, leaning back in his seat. Bokuto closed his eyes after that, one hand resting on the side of his head. Again, if he hadn't known any better, Akaashi would have figured that Bokuto was already fast asleep. Bokuto didn't move much. Akaashi's asked in a leveled tone. Bokuto stuck his head out of the window slightly and kept it there as the snowflakes fell all around him. He turned his head and met Akaashi's gaze with weary, well rested eyes. "How many words are there? He was obviously tired, showing signs of exhaustion with every small move he made. "What are you doing?". Just what kind of guy was he? There was definitely a storm coming his way, so Akaashi knew that Bokuto would need him. Akaashi could feel Bokuto's enthusiasm through his text messages. He was wasting time, asking for something that he did not want in the least. "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. The day was exceptionally cold, but Akaashi was glad to know that the hospital's room provided enough heat to keep Bokuto from freezing over. "I know you're fond of that movie." Those yellow eyes were gleaming. "I'm fine now.". He watched Bokuto's fingers curl around the phone, and his hand slowly backed away. Bokuto's fingers touched at Akaashi's knuckles. Akaashi knew this. Akaashi wanted to scream, but he couldn't find his voice. I loved this. ", A laugh escaped Bokuto, the sound curling his lips into a smile. 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 looked exhausted beyond belief, yet there he stood, excited to make his way to the gymnasium. 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. "Don't do that." He asked this in a tone of disbelief. ", "Yeah Yeah. by postingAO3stories. A cold shiver curled up Akaashi's spine. I can.. B-arely speak. 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 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. "All the people who've contracted this disease eventually die within a year or less" This part was read aloud. Even if it's just a little bit." But as each second passed, Akaashi could feel his own pain building up more and more within him. I showed up to your house unannounced at three in the morning. He tried desperately to hold it in. "Akaashi?" His thumb aimlessly hovered over the keyboard, thinking of what to type. He dreamt of how Bokuto had buried himself into the navy blue blanket to watch the movie that played on the laptop screen, and how he held Bokuto in his arms that night to aid him in his attempt to sleep. Such an energetic texter, Bokuto was. He only bundled himself up in the sheets that surrounded him. Akaashi relaxed himself against his mattress and closed his eyes, a powerless yawn leaving him. Another person walked by at a gradual pace at first, then slowed progressively as they drew near. I just met him." Stretching out a trembling arm, Akaashi took hold of Bokuto's hand. This was not what he wanted. "I was the team captain, and the ace." The male across from him did well in hiding the look of offense that almost surfaced upon his face. Akaashi took a glance out the window, only to instantly throw on his clothes and toss his bag over his shoulders. They were the only two in the gym. Akaashi didn't even have to see his face to know that Bokuto was beaming. ok look. "I'm not leaving, Koutarou." He paused. I was shouting, but no sound came out. Akaashi blinked slowly. After this, he would repeat the same process, paying little to no mind to the freezing cold that surrounded him. "It's warm-" Bokuto exhaled and shuddered once he was inside, slipping off his shoes. lamar county tx property search 2 via de boleto Akaashi asked sincerely. "Yeah, but Do You think it will snow soon? He just breathed now. He did the only thing that he could and nodded again, then closed his eyes, and slightly turned his head away. 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. Akaashi was at a loss for words. 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. Perplexed, Akaashi directed his full attention to Bokuto. He stalked over to the other side of the bed, where he would be able to look at Bokuto's face. "So we were going to step outside for a minute or two in order to get this owl to shut up.". He threw it open and faced Bokuto, who was jogging to him with a smile and a shiver in each step. "Because you said you were okay, and I knew you weren't.". It was a good idea to have never told them about him after all. But three hours can also feel like seven minutes. [Then I guess I'll see you at the hospital around a week or two from now. He found it much too difficult to say no to Bokuto, but it had to be done. Akaashi felt his chest rise. It was small and measly, but there. "Is your bed alright?" Was it bad? On the numbingly cold day that was January 3rd, at 8:04 PM, snow had fallen for the first time that year. It wasn't until Akaashi looked up from his laptop screen that he realized it was snowing heavily outside. ", Akaashi clenched his jaw behind a mildly irritated face. "I'll get us some water." "You've been shivering. I finished this months ago but it still hurts and just thinking about it makes me cry. "What's this?" "No, I don't think so." Just then, as Akaashi bit down on the inside of his lower lip, he turned his head in time to catch a glimpse of Kenma lowering his head towards Bokuto. Pursing his lips, Akaashi let his head fall back into the pillows. 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. Looking down swiftly, Akaashi's sights locked onto his hands. and akaashi replies with "You found me." He watched as Kuroo walked away, far enough for small details to become blurred. So i havent seen ppl talking about this so i m guessing i m the only one who thinks this and its prolly CRAZY but HEAR ME OUT i think akaashi is now have same disease as bokuto and first he coulndt fell asleep and now he is also seeing hallucinations and prolly he will also die like bokuto but the diffrence being he was there for bokuto but sadly there will be no one by his side and he will die alone but surely with a smile on his face cause he can finally meet bokuto in after life. this broke my heart into tiny little pieces, I really don't know if I will ever be able to recover. A sob wretched its way out from Akaashi's throat. The bright light caused him to squint as he read the message. He focused on nothing Something he remembered Kenma doing. He only looked like a tall, thin, black mass now as he stood near the stairway. He'd only spoken to Kuroo once before, and they barely exchanged any words. He kept his weary yellow eyes on Akaashi, waiting for him to nod. His hand trembled harder with each passing second, as if the movement would cause Bokuto to wake up. Akaashi stared at the text message and let out a shaking sigh. Same old, same old. Bokuto no longer smelled like a hospital. He felt the need to keep most of his questions at bay. That familiar feeling of dread was rising from deep within him, something Akaashi wanted to forget. In dismay, Bokuto sat up in bed and slowly reached around his neck to pull off the warm piece of cloth. Akaashi kicked his legs out of bed with much effort and stood on his feet. "What was the dream about?". It almost looked as if he were asleep. Akaashi leaned his head on his hand, chin resting in his palm. He translated all that his words could not. He instead allowed his actions to speak for him. Alarmed, he snapped around quickly. 75. FFI?" "That's interesting". Akaashi opened the first movie that he had in his computer's memory. Akaashi almost smiled back, and he would have, too, if it hadn't been for the thunder that sounded its arrival from above. 'All I can say is that sleeping doesn't come as easily as it used to.'. They find eachother again, and it's a happy ending. Akaashi yanked his hands away and stared at Bokuto. Bokuto grabbed Akaashi's hands with his own. I loved this. Before then, he would normally lose several pounds a week, but ever since the night he'd snuck out, his weight loss could only be described as alarming. Akaashi stirred in bed slightly and let out a weak grunt. It had been two months since Bokuto's visit over his home, and ever since then, Akaashi found that making his way to the hospital had become a daily routine for him. "You don't like to see him like that, do you?". "If it isn't too much trouble, may I come over?". "Don't cry over it." He held his face against the corpse's neck, just beneath the jawline, breathing in all that was left of Bokuto. 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. Slowly, his yellow eyes scrolled to the side to catch Akaashi's gaze. It almost sounded as if Bokuto were talking to himself. ", "It's fine. i'm in spain but the s is silent. In Another Life LittleLuxray 4.68 768 ratings185 reviews Sleeping didn't come as easy as it used to. He wanted the thought to leave his mind. ], [You probably fell asleep. He wanted for him to spike it at least once lest Bokuto threw a self hate-induced panic attack. Kuroo rubbed his elbow, irate, and sighed in defeat. 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. Press question mark to learn the rest of the keyboard shortcuts. "Nope." hasjhjaa currently crying. They settled there, deeming Bokuto one of them for the remainder of their frozen lives before they eventually melted or fell away. He looked to the lower right corner of the screen. For what felt like an eternity, Bokuto typed the words on Akaashi's phone. He reached a hand out to turn on the lamp that sat on his nightstand. They are my favorite ship in Haikyuu, so typing this makes little to no sense to me. Kuroo finally left the room after four minutes or so, having forgotten that he was supposed to leave in the first place. Every now and then, it would come to him that Bokuto was only twenty years old, and that fact would only weigh Akaashi down even more than it usually did. ", Bokuto grinned. i literally have never watched a single episode of this anime nor do i have any emotional connection to these characters but wow this is a really pretty and well-written fanfic. (See the end of the work for more notes.). Kuroo froze. At one point in his dream, Akaashi looked out the window. They didn't speak for a moment, and the room was filled with the hushed sounds of the outside. Both hands had clasped around Bokuto's own now, quavering without pause. This is strange. "My parents are out for a month," he'd unconsciously said, causing Bokuto to go into a begging frenzy to stay over until Akaashi said yes. Akaashi shared a bench with Kenma. It was the longest minute he'd ever been forced to sit through. During the next day, Akaashi decided to stay home. He was much like Akaashi, sitting on the same side of the bed, a good distance apart from his visitor. Akaashi's eyebrows knit together. I know I don't have much time left." His face still wore the same shade of red, but he no longer minded this. "Sh-shut up, Akaashi" He breathed in deeply, frustrated with himself and the gradual growth of his speech impediment, but continued on. His hands at his sides, Bokuto bowed. Akaashi figured that Bokuto would keep to himself for the rest of the night, so he put his focus back to trying to sleep. He was slow to speak up again, but did either way. "What's up, guys? He stared at Bokuto and could only nod with whatever it was he thought he was agreeing with. Akaashi turned to catch a glimpse of him, but he stared off in the distance, his eyes not focusing on anything in particular. He kept himself against Bokuto and held onto him with what little strength he had left in him. He looked down, his hair hanging over his face. It read: "If I knew those words I spoke a week ago would have been my last, I would have chosen them more carefully.". He was happy that he'd admitted those words. "Get inside." Why?" You never miss a day Don't your parents ever ask why you come here so much? 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. "Thank you." His breathing was heavy, his heart rate quicker than usual; Akaashi could feel his heart pounding in his throat, making it difficult to swallow. "He's here? "Do you want to watch a movie?". "Shit- shit." Cloud Atlas so much.". He only accepted my company. He touched his forehead to Bokuto's shoulder, which only earned a laugh from him. The sound of the palm of Bokuto's hand meeting the ball sounded much like an explosion. He couldn't sleep for about an hour after the text, but ultimately slipped off to sleep. "What are you smiling at?" He moved closer, his other hand taking hold of Bokuto's. Akaashi's arm cautiously wrapped itself around Bokuto's broad shoulders. Take a seat." It was then that he started to inaccurately press at words that he was trying to make out. There was silence, and then there was a sound. His golden eyes searched the room for Akaashi. Bokuto was bursting with emotion. "I'm Holding it now.". He said in a hushed voice. Bokuto did not move a muscle after having seen Akaashi stir. "Good" Bokuto eased back and buried his head into his pillow. 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. Bokuto was such a strange one. He spoke just loudly enough for Bokuto to hear him. ", Akaashi scratched his head. He said lightheartedly, his fingers trembling around his phone. "I told you I would" He all but murmured against Bokuto's shoulder. ], [I know! He swallowed once, hoping to get rid of the lump in his throat. He set the drinks down and shuffled into bed, as if trying not to wake the other. You shouldn't be-". I was just thinking." "See you in three hours." Akaashi lifted his head from his pillow and reached a hand out to grab his phone. ], [No, more like the clichd kind, where you sit up in bed in a cold sweat. He had to force himself to say the mere four words. ", "Don't think so. "Just Because" He replied in what almost sounded like a surprised tone. Akaashi hesitated. Pretty much the only thing wrong with me is that I can't sleep!]. He returned Bokuto's gaze, then looked down quickly afterwards. His only other choice was to lie there and accept whatever it was the IV liquid had to offer him. He hated how difficult it had become for him to tell apart the real things from the fake ones. Akaashi grew silent and knitted his fingers together on his stomach, his head relaxing into his pillow. "Good night." He had to be. Why is that? Bokuto held out his own, eager to see if it were true. 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. what disease did, bokuto have in another lifekanawha county board of education. As Akaashi lay there, quiet, listening to Bokuto's strained breathing, he opened his mouth to speak. "I see" Akaashi nodded once. right so, bokuto passes away while akaashi is in his hands, and basically at the end i'm pretty sure akaashi has a hallucination of bokuto where he says "I found you." He moved forward. Kuroo scratched the back of his head. He sighed. He'd never received a faster response in his life. How old is Bokuto and Akaashi? He turned to look at Akaashi. He was getting frustrated. "He turned twenty only three months ago", Akaashi lowered his head. "Keep in touch, Akaashi.". Akaashi's eyes widened slightly, and his eyebrows knit together in surprise. 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. Emerald eyes searched Bokuto's own for an honest answer. Though the question was asked clearly, Bokuto didn't make a sound, nor did he move. Bokuto stared at the screen with interested eyes, wondering what the content would consist of. It never failed to comfort Akaashi. Akaashi entered his room and shut the door behind Bokuto. 'Sleep well, Akaashi.'