"Keep him company from now on. Complete and utter silence befell them afterwards. There was that, and the fact that Akaashi couldn't help but find Bokuto's smile endearing, no matter how sickly he looked when he wore one. 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. Bokuto power walked ahead, obligating Akaashi to catch up to him with a quickened pace, whether he wanted to or not. Bokuto looked back up and thought for a moment, then nodded. "I'm fine now.". He rubbed the back of his neck. Kuroo asked with a hushed tone. "Didn't that come off as remotely funny? I read 5 sad hq ff cz I'm a broken idiot and the galaxy is endless and in another life hurt me on such a deep level. He smoothed his thumb over Bokuto's knuckles. 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. Nodding once, Akaashi acknowledged Kuroo's words, but did not know how to respond to them. 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. Another breath escaped him, slow and casual, but he'd soon learned to hold his breath when he noticed another person sitting outside in the hall, several feet from the room, where visitors could spend their time. You always do.". He was happy that he'd admitted those words. "Please hold onto it, Bokuto.". "They Aren't really there, are they?" I'm usually around Kuroo, so" He shrugged with little energy. this is seriously the most depressing thing in the world. He turned his head to get a clear look at Bokuto's face, but instantly wished he hadn't. "Kuroo?" Keeping his eyes closed, Akaashi took in the feeling of this. "Insomnia." "What was the dream about?". He used to be thicker. He remained in the same position and only moved his hand to wipe at his face again. Bokuto covered his mouth and coughed suddenly. Akaashi nodded once, and that was all that Bokuto needed to hear before he ran off to retrieve the ball. It felt strange, not falling asleep against Bokuto's body, but Akaashi knew that he would have to get used to this form of sleeping by his lonesome once again. Statistics Chart But that still doesn't make me a better person. He figured he would tell his parents that the people in the hospital were too occupied with everything else to tend to him. "So we were going to step outside for a minute or two in order to get this owl to shut up.". But even if he has, that's not what I meant." He had probably lost a bit overtwenty pounds in the two months that passed. "You've been shivering. 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. No one could hear me. Despite this, it only seemed to make Bokuto laugh even harder. Same old, same old. Sleeping didn't come as easy as it used to. ", Akaashi watched him carefully. 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. Kenma rubbed his nose with his sleeve. You're probably just not an emotional person, and that's ok. Bokuto gazed at Akaashi, almost in wonder. Akaashi shared a bench with Kenma. He drew in a deep breath and blinked away the stinging in his eyes. Bokuto kept his finger up, then moved his hand to point it at himself. "Give me a break here." "May I ask your name?" "I was struggling. "What's up, guys? He remained in place silently. He held the same position and felt himself dozing off "I'm sorry." "Everything you say is so straightforward. Akaashi relaxed then, keeping the sleeping act alive. "I sort of got to know him through Kuroo's company. Thin lips pressed into an even thinner line. A shiver racked Akaashi, causing the hairs on the back of his neck to stand. Sho, known as Shawn in the US dub, is the male lead of The Secret World of Arrietty. Akaashi's jaw clenched. I know Im asking for spoilers but I still want to know the anticipation is killing me! He read up on the symptoms and blinked gently, a hand over his lips. "Do you think you can toss to me?". 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 knew this, and now Akaashi did, too. You've got all the right to sleep". Unnerved, he spoke up again. His face glowed the quietest shade of red, and he tried to hide it from Akaashi. He was much like Akaashi, sitting on the same side of the bed, a good distance apart from his visitor. 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. 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. Weakly, Akaashi parted his lips. Once it did, Akaashi was greeted with a, "Hello?". He was grinning. "You don't. It would shake every so often, and each time it did, Akaashi would squeeze lightly in response. Slowly, he reached a hand out and closed it over the twitching one, his four fingers fitting into Bokuto's palm. Akaashi would also murmur quiet things to him from time to time, to keep up a small, often one sided conversation. which ABSOFUCKINGLUTELY BROKE ME TO PIECES. He was thinner than before, a large flannel shirt fitting him loosely. I most definitely did not sob reading this. pathfinder: kingmaker hour of rage challenge armag . Normally, Akaashi would have walked away that instant in order to pay Bokuto a visit, but as he neared his room, he could hear two voices coming from within. Akaashi stuffed the sheets into his bag. "Ninety-seven pounds, right? Seeing this display unfold before him, Akaashi could barely think. Wincing a bit, Akaashi squinted at his phone screen. I just met him." "Well now you have. 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 moved his head to the side and touched his forehead to Bokuto's neck. He couldn't stand his parents' persistent natures, but he was somewhat relieved to be out of the house, to say the least. His arms and legs were stiff, as were his eyes. Pursing his lips, Akaashi let his head fall back into the pillows. He was nothing more than a blanket with a head. Guilt bubbled up within Akaashi's chest. He snorted in laughter. That was six days ago. It was his best and only way to hide his pain. and inhaled with frailty. Akaashi muttered. "Alright" He closed his eyes. He just didn't want to accept it. With barely an ounce of strength left, Bokuto pulled himself up a tad to get a better look outside. this broke my heart into tiny little pieces, I really don't know if I will ever be able to recover. His lips brushed against his collarbone in desperate search of that familiar warmth. And just like that, a smile found Bokuto's face again. He smiled in Akaashi's direction, bright yellow eyes catching his own. Akaashi didn't know why he had this effect on him, but he did, and that was all that mattered to him. He expected to hear a whine of resistance from him, but instead received nothing. Bokuto stood at the side of Akaashi's bed. 2) After Akaashi fell asleep, he somehow transported to an alternate universe where Bokuto is alive. Akaashi couldn't help but almost smile back, his lips barely twitching. Not a word left him, even as he reached a hand up to wipe at his face again. Press J to jump to the feed. Pretty much the only thing wrong with me is that I can't sleep!]. Strange. Tokyo needs a little more snow now and then. He made it home without so much as a hello to his parents who sat in the living room. ", "Not to my knowledge. "It's warm-" Bokuto exhaled and shuddered once he was inside, slipping off his shoes. Akaashi figured it was safe to say that Bokuto had already begun to pull Kenma back in. His voice was low. As he walked, he stared at the backs of the two men in front of him. I'm not sick, but this place makes me feel like I am." Now if only the sickly one would hit it. It took a moment for Bokuto to respond, but after some time, he managed some words. Hunter's new YA thriller about a girl who learns that she may have been kidnapped as a child, and must race to uncover the truth about her past before she winds up a victim. Once they'd reached it, Bokuto resumed his usual position and wrapped the thick blanket around himself, then turned away from Akaashi. "How insensitive of me" He furrowed his brow, mentally scolding himself. "I don't Want you to Watch me decay. He touched his forehead to Bokuto's shoulder, which only earned a laugh from him. He almost portrayed the behaviors of a child, sticking to an activity and refusing to let it up, repeating whatever he was up to without having anyone to tell him to stop. "Don't talk like you're not one". Imagine the looks on their faces when they see me coming in from the outside. Because of the nightmare? He found it strange, how Bokuto was the one . "Thank you." "Well then, if you had a second chance" Akaashi hesitated. He held it in his shaking hands and closed his eyes in an attempt to try and find sleep again. It's another reason why I didn't want to pay Bokuto any visits." I never meant to drag you into my life". But always, he'd receive nothing. "So How are you taking all of this, if I may ask? [deleted] 2 yr. ago [removed] He turned his head weakly, and his body along with it. Kenma's unconcerned tone contradicted his words, but something told Akaashi that he meant everything he was saying. The condition can cause memory loss, delusions or depression. People with dissociative disorders escape reality in ways that are involuntary and unhealthy and cause problems with functioning in everyday life. Bokuto stared at Akaashi sharply. Akaashi paused and gripped the strap of his bag. At that moment, he turned away and walked off, feeling he wouldn't be able to leave if he'd lasted one more second in the room. 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. "I'm taking it well, or at least I think I am. Exhaling through his nostrils, Akaashi reclaimed his seat in bed, crossing his legs. "I'm Holding it now.". Akaashi sat cross legged in the seat adjacent to Bokuto's bed. Akaashi sighed and lazily dragged his finger along the d-pad. This was not what he wanted. Akaashi's chortling had been dragged out for a few seconds longer before he, too, quieted down. It almost looked as if he were asleep. "Are you here every day?". Akaashi had nothing else to say. Akaashi stared intensely at the screen, then tore his gaze away and looked back to Bokuto. He only looked like a tall, thin, black mass now as he stood near the stairway. Out in the dead of night stood Bokuto, with the burgundy knit scarf around his neck, a jacket, jeans, and slippers. He was undone. Akaashi's asked in a leveled tone. He'd usually ask yes or no questions, ones that were easy for Bokuto to answer with a nod or shake of the head. But most of the time, he only sat there and continued to watch nothing. Bokuto reached up a cold, frail hand to wipe at the mess that was his face. 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. Bokuto leaned in and touched his forehead to Akaashi's. An embarrassed chuckle escaped him. 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. Everything was neat and placed perfectly here and there, giving Akaashi's house a warm atmosphere to it. They are my favorite ship in Haikyuu, so typing this makes little to no sense to me. Though he'd gotten thinner, his arms still had some power to them. Why did he want to know his name? He said lightheartedly, his fingers trembling around his phone. Bokuto stared down at the white clump of melting ice, and with one finger, he pressed against it to watch it fall apart. He needed something anything to say to Bokuto, just so that he could liberate himself of the horrid feeling that threatened to overtake him. Standing at the side of Bokuto's bed, Akaashi glanced to the open door that led to the hallway. Bokuto's smile never left his face, and his tired eyelids contradicted his facial expression. 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. This time, a weak sound left Bokuto's throat through a closed mouth, and he nodded. The title for the movie that Bokuto and Akaashi watched in the fanfic "In Another Life" is "Cloud Atlas". He breathed in that familiar scent that he'd grown so attached to, then exhaled quietly against Bokuto's prominent collar bone. The other, he had no clue. 3) Akaashi died in the end, and meets Bokuto in the afterlife. He knew that once they found out, they would take Bokuto away from him. Akaashi said his name, and to this, Bokuto stirred awake. This earned a gasp from him. 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 to look out the window, eyeing the moon timidly. Finding a breath between his laughter, Akaashi managed to speak. We're friends." It had been so long since he'd heard something so loud. Akaashi sighed. His lips quivered before he could form his words. Akaashi had to wait almost a minute for Bokuto's response. It's actually snowing.". He sighed his response with a grin. "Just Because" He replied in what almost sounded like a surprised tone. He pressed send and watched the phone carefully, waiting for the small ellipses to appear on the lower left side of the screen. He directed his attention to a grinning Bokuto who eagerly sat up in bed. Akaashi's tone was monotonous, but Kuroo didn't fail to detect the venom that lined each word prior to his last sentence. Akaashi already knew where he had to go. 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. Bokuto missed Akaashi's set twelve times. He reached a hand out and touched Bokuto's forehead. He couldn't find his pulse. to watch kuroo slowly die was a kind of pain i didn't know existed. He pulled out a phone, and to Akaashi's dread, he asked for his phone number. ", "Well, I brought it up, just as a suggestion, but then he got really excited." Ain't that the horror of it all" He rubbed his chin and stalked his way down the hall. It was a dreary place for him, a place he was not fond of, but a place he was obligated to visit. Once he saw this, Kenma picked himself up from his seat, put his hands at his side, and bowed his head. It took him some time to get down what he wanted to say, but after several minutes, he withdrew his hand. Akaashi entered the building and greeted the woman at the front desk, as always. As if straight from a cartoon, out popped a tall male from Bokuto's room, with stark black hair that both hung over his face and stuck out in all directions. Akaashi was at a loss for words. "Yeah." Someone with DID has multiple, distinct personalities. Akaashi heaved a sigh. Are you checking out?". Akaashi's eyes widened. The light that came from outside reflected off of Bokuto's teardrops, lighting his face up in the most gentle of ways. i was disappointed they didn't fricking kiss and bokuto's death is just the saddest thing in the world. "You don't like to see him like that, do you?". He motioned for Bokuto to come closer. "And nothing you say will make me leave.". So whenever he went silent, an unwelcomed feeling of discomfort found its home within Akaashi. His breathing evened out and in no time, he could feel himself slipping, slowly, into the warm grasp of sleep, unable to resist. An exhausted breath left him, and Akaashi finally fell asleep. Akaashi stared through the stranger. "It was sudden." The answer came so much more quickly than Kuroo thought it would. "I'd dream that I messed up during a spike, and then I'd wake up fuming, and would constantly tell myself that I was the best.". A genuine expression made its home on Akaashi's features, and a hand reached up to push through his raven locks. Akaashi pulled Bokuto back inside. Just then, Akaashi's lips parted in realization. The hospital AU that no body asked for, but that I took upon myself to write. Because I wasn't, then. "All the people who've contracted this disease eventually die within a year or less" This part was read aloud. Bokuto inhaled all that he could. "I'll get us some water." "I heard the doctors talking. Mentally, he was more than ready to spike, but not so much physically. He whispered the words. They shared another moment of silence, something that occurred more often than Akaashi would have liked. Bokuto breathed in deeply, the sound filling the small space around them. Akaashi wanted to scream, but he couldn't find his voice. "Why did you stop so suddenly? One of the voices belonged to Bokuto. He swore without a filter. 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 nudged the bridge of his nose against the cool skin. "I'm sorry. Akaashi lifted his head and looked to his side. "What?". [I must have texted you while you were asleep!]. I've got time. Managing a miserable smile, Akaashi roughly rubbed his palm with his thumb. Mildly embarrassed, Bokuto looked away and rubbed his arms. He rubbed his hands together weakly and tilted his head to the side. Akaashi stared at his shoes. Bokuto's hallucinations had become such a part of him, that he thought the snow outside was just another mind trick. Akaashi took a shot at it. "Um Bokuto? But he couldn't keep it up forever. He couldn't look at his face. what disease did, bokuto have in another life. He was now more curious than he'd ever been before. It was cold. There was silence, and then there was a sound. "I've been insensitive", A laugh bubbled out from Bokuto. The various identities control a person's behavior at different times. Not great, but alright. He ascended those familiar steps, said hello to the familiar faces, and rounded that familiar corner that he knew would lead him to Bokuto's room. Unless Bokuto was purposely playing the fool. Bokuto was afraid to wake Akaashi. Stretching out a trembling arm, Akaashi took hold of Bokuto's hand. A month and sixteen days had passed since Bokuto's final visit to Akaashi's home, and once he'd been taken back to the hospital, the doctors and nurses made sure to keep a closer eye on him, and with good reason. His tired eyes were on Akaashi. Looking up from the laptop screen, Bokuto directed his attention to Akaashi. He was obviously tired, showing signs of exhaustion with every small move he made. The words were barely a whisper, and they came without warning. Sho has navy blue/black hair and brown eyes. In seconds, Kenma was down the hall and making his way down the stairs, having completely ignored Kuroo as well. Akaashi kept his eyes down. ", "It's alright." I would have Kenma say bye, too, but-" He turned his head to look around, "He left the room? "Because you said you were okay, and I knew you weren't.". "More like acquaintances. Keeping in contact with me wouldn't be a good idea.". His voice was full of excitement as he proceeded to enter the name for his new contact. Slipping his head down to Bokuto's chest, Akaashi leaned against his frail frame. A grin ghosted across Akaashi's lips as well, but it was quick to vanish. He twisted his body to reach for the box of Pocky that sat on the counter. With this, he raised a quivering hand and his index finger. His hand held onto one of Bokuto's very thin arms, and his thumb would occasionally rub up and down to comfort him. "Don't be sorry." The both of them didn't exchange any words after that, ending the conversation just as suddenly as it had started. His hands twitched once, and he moved closer, leaning into Bokuto's touch. ", Akaashi turned his head to face Kuroo. Bokuto shifted as he lay down, sticking a leg out to kick Akaashi. (31) 3351-3382 | 3351-3272 | 3351-3141 | 3351-3371. puppies for sale in nc under 200 associe-se. He turned his head towards the window, away from Akaashi. "I know that I'm unbearable. It seemed that, after finally hearing his pent up thoughts aloud, they had frayed his nerves more than he thought they would. Furrowing his brow, Akaashi stared at his phone screen and lay his head down sideways. "No, it's alright. Hang in there, alright? He looked up, and his gaze found Bokuto's. It was a quiet laugh. Akaashi picked this up quickly, and he pulled his phone out for Bokuto to use. Akaashi sat up straight and composed himself. Akaashi nodded, glad to have made an acquaintance, and would have relaxed into his seat if not for the sudden disembodied voice that startled him soon after Kenma's sentence. 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. "Akaashi?" He pulled a mock cool expression, but this was cut short as someone else spoke up. Akaashi avoided looking into them. He tried to hide his grin with his hand, but it was still visible from the gaps between his fingers. I thought you fell asleep.]. Akaashi was glad to have made it in time. Having been neck deep in his own sorrows, Kuroo was blind to Akaashi's. I recommend everyone who has the heart for it, READ THIS FIC! And to have gotten to know you". All he cared about was the fact that Bokuto was still with him, next to him, breathing, alive. He would have to close Bokuto's blinds and take his mind off of it somehow. Freezing in his seat, Akaashi read the words ten times over before he finally looked up. Bokuto swallowed thickly and toyed with the Pocky in his hand. The question came out of the blue.

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