My friend is." "How insensitive of me" He furrowed his brow, mentally scolding himself. "Keep doing what you're doing." 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. I'm not sick, but this place makes me feel like I am." Indifference morphed into curiosity, and said curiosity was what drew Akaashi closer to his new friend. They are my favorite ship in Haikyuu, so typing this makes little to no sense to me. Kuroo echoed the words in agreement. Akaashi sat in bed, laptop in his lap, as his fingers scrolled and typed frantically. 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. ", "I Don't know." "Koutarou Why do you watch me like that?" His eyes lit up, intent on informing Bokuto, but when he turned his head to get a look at him, instead of being greeted by an over enthusiastic friend, he was presented with an unfazed expression upon Bokuto's weary face. He swallowed once, hoping to get rid of the lump in his throat. 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. He paused. It was a dreary place for him, a place he was not fond of, but a place he was obligated to visit. Akaashi? Imagine their faces when they notice I'm not even in my room." I can still walk around and get to where I have to go! "I've been insensitive", A laugh bubbled out from Bokuto. ", Silently, the dark haired male frowned. "I'll get us some water." "Everything you say is so straightforward. He strode to him quickly, cupping the already melting snow in his hands. "You've had two panic attacks this week already, and your hallucinations are getting worse. which ABSOFUCKINGLUTELY BROKE ME TO PIECES. He was happy that he'd admitted those words. Anything is fine." Bokuto flinched hard enough to make the bed shake. He commented softly, leaning back in his seat. Akaashi followed after knowing that Kenma was nearby. Bokuto's eyes said everything to him. He was much like Akaashi, sitting on the same side of the bed, a good distance apart from his visitor. He rubbed the back of his neck. Akaashi's eyes lowered, focusing on the arm that was attached to the hand that he was holding. Their walking then slowed to a halt, and it was then that Akaashi had become aware of the new individual who'd invaded his personal space. I was just thinking." ], [I would hope so. He couldn't face him. He looked down at Bokuto's phone. Akaashi hesitated. It was a reaction that Akaashi was not expecting in the least, but he played off his surprise and only managed an, "I see.". Bokuto refused to budge. He looked at him and exhaled through his nose quietly. He knew full well the name of the disease he had. He held onto the IV stand with one hand and Akaashi's hand with his other as he hobbled over to the window. It works for me as well. "I mean, in your state now, it's a bit clichd, don't you think?" "I don't want you to visit me anymore. [I must have texted you while you were asleep!]. And I d-don't want you to See it all h-happen.". ", "So I can't sleep." He reached a hand out and took Bokuto's hand in his own. Bokuto grabbed Akaashi's hands with his own. "Fucking bullshit." He had to force himself to say the mere four words. It had been three days since Bokuto's passing, and surely enough, sleep did not come to Akaashi as easily as it used to. He took several steps back to prepare himself for the toss. Okay but if someone could explain to me the ending of In Another Life by littleluxray that would be very nice. He found some and said them without a second thought. He drew in a deep breath and blinked away the stinging in his eyes. Kuroo would have been concerned if not for finding out what had happened earlier that day. Bokuto replied, lifting his head. It was his best and only way to hide his pain. He gave a mock swing of his arm, as if spiking. Lying next to Akaashi, a ghostly pale Bokuto smiled. "No, no, no, no-" He pulled away from the windowsill and ran out of his room, straight downstairs and to the front door. He threw the ball to Akaashi. "I still miss it though. Akaashi murmured the words and looked Bokuto up and down. Akaashi pulled Bokuto back inside. "Were you sick? He looked around and moved his fingers, trying to make out a phone. This entire review has been hidden because of spoilers. He hung his head and tried to keep his crying controlled in the best way possible, but this proved to be very difficult as sobs broke out of him, causing his entire being to shake. Why had the sickly one taken a sudden liking to him? His emerald eyes met golden ones. It was moments like these that made Akaashi realize just how much of an innocent soul Bokuto really was. Can't be that Akaashi has ffi it's genetic and really really really rare like there's only 45 families that have the gene for it and I doubt Akaashi's from one of those, I hate yet love how the fandom can come up with the most depressing things like bro Im still not over the fanart people made for it. Still, he continued to talk. "I'm taking it well, or at least I think I am. ", "I'm" Kenma's lips puckered in thought. He pressed pause on his PSP and tapped one end of it against his open palm. It had been sent two hours ago. "We're going back to the hospital right now. He exhaled through his nose and entered the hospital, greeted the woman at the front desk (who now knew him by name), and removed the scarf from around his neck. "Insomnia." Slowly, he reached a hand out and closed it over the twitching one, his four fingers fitting into Bokuto's palm. Akaashi turned his head slightly, his cheek gently resting on Bokuto's shoulder. We can watch Cloud Atlas again. Kuroo." Akaashi didn't know why he had this effect on him, but he did, and that was all that mattered to him. "Sure." Akaashi stared intensely at the screen, then tore his gaze away and looked back to Bokuto. He was trying to tell Akaashi something else. There was only blackness. 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?? Bokuto mouthed an "Okay," before backing up several steps. The disembodied voice came from off screen. No words were exchanged for a moment, and soon, the short amount of silence had become awkward. 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. "Yeah, but Do You think it will snow soon? But now I'm kind of okay with it." It was because of this that he was so surprised when he felt a gentle sensation against his forehead. 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. "That weather will only hurt you. There was silence, and then there was a sound. The words were barely a whisper, and they came without warning. Thank you, Koutarou, for talking to me me in the hall that day And asking me if I was alright. Are you alright?". He twisted his body to reach for the box of Pocky that sat on the counter. The soft touch of Akaashi's hair against his chin comforted Bokuto, and pulled him into a relaxed state. "Don't record me.". He praises others while shouting that he's the best at everything he does. He held it up to his ear and waited for the other line to pick up. You sleep if you want to. He feared he wouldn't be able to pull himself out of this state, but then it occurred to him that he was not alone in this. Akaashi watched him and zipped up his jacket. Akaashi didn't say another word afterwards. ", "Well, I brought it up, just as a suggestion, but then he got really excited." He'd never heard of that disease before. I haven't gone outside in days." I hope all is well. "I was drowning." 15 jun. Why did he lack the understanding of just how serious his condition was? Akaashi shrugged. All he wanted was to see Bokuto again, even if just for a second. Bokuto had nothing more to say after that. 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. With much effort, he sat up to look at Bokuto. His answer was cold, but it did not seem to cut through the other's pleasant mood. But Kuroo insisted." the chaotic, crazy, happy-when-he's-not-in-emo-mode bokuto crying absolutely broke me. Sunlight broke into the room, cascading all along the walls and floor, and casting shadows all around. "May I ask your name?" He instead continued to stare in Akaashi's direction with hopeful eyes. Pursing his lips into a thin line, Akaashi looked down and noticed that Kenma had laced his fingers together. Did you see that?!" He reached a hand out and found Bokuto's. He stared at Bokuto with his lips parted, as if he were going to speak, but ended up speechless. He stared up at Akaashi with that smile that never seemed to fade. In another life. There's a storm coming. Those yellow eyes examined everything, adamant with taking all of it in. Standing still, Akaashi remained in place for quite some time, his legs refusing to carry him further. So he stayed in place, holding onto Bokuto, taking in his company for one last time before he'd never see him again. "No, I don't think so." "What's the big deal? Looking away slowly, Akaashi watched as Bokuto and Kuroo reappeared in the distance. They find eachother again, and it's a happy ending. [Nightmare? I hardly could read because of the tears in my eyes, everything was blurry. "Akaashi? He looked around in weary haste, but calmed quickly once his memory had returned to him. He felt him move against his head in response, so he continued. The male across from him did well in hiding the look of offense that almost surfaced upon his face. Not even a sentence could get past his suffering. "No. Bokuto plopped onto the mattress right after those words, bumping his head against Akaashi's shoulder. I'll have to watch it again.". His hands at his sides, Bokuto bowed. He didn't last another second in Bokuto's company before he turned and briskly walked out of the room. He leaned his chin against the palm of his hand and chortled. With what little strength he had left, Bokuto beamed. Bokuto held out his own, eager to see if it were true. ], [I guess. Tired, but awake. I loved this. All he had to offer was a, "The pleasure is mine," before moving forward to try and usher Bokuto back into his room. ", Akaashi clenched his jaw behind a mildly irritated face. Bokuto grumbled to himself. Pulling his laptop close, Akaashi smoothed his finger along the mouse pad. He was trying. 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. No one was around." He touched his forehead to Bokuto's shoulder, which only earned a laugh from him. He didn't wait for Kuroo to respond and glanced into Bokuto's room. He watched as Bokuto's chest rose and fell with each breath that kept him alive. The reflection of ending movie credits could be seen in Akaashi's eyes as they scrolled up along the screen of his laptop. i'm internally SOBBING. ", "I do, but I don't want to watch it. 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. "I don't want you to grow any m-more attached to me th-than y-you already are. This is one of the best fics, no, pieces of writing full stop that I've ever read! Alarmed, he snapped around quickly. ", "Well if you've watched it seven times then why not watch it an eighth time? So whenever he went silent, an unwelcomed feeling of discomfort found its home within Akaashi. So I'll just say bye for him! "Are you here every day?". Akaashi frowned deeply. Bokuto pulled off Akaashi's jacket. 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. 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. They sat heavily in the pit of his stomach, churning and pestering him, urging him to throw up. Akaashi had nothing else to say. Bokuto covered his mouth and coughed suddenly. During the next day, Akaashi decided to stay home. This was his way of saying he was feeling alright. He wore a grimace upon his reddened face. He was paler than the others who walked along in the halls, and soft, dark circles sat under his eyes. It caused him to open his eyes and look in Akaashi's direction, astonished. 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. Hesitant fingers that ghosted over Akaashi's forehead in order to push a loose strand of hair away. Bokuto talked quietly in response to Kenma, gave a nod, and smiled. "Yes.". "Please toss to me again!" His hands showed what his face dared not. He looked to the lower right corner of the screen. A small thumb rubbed at the system's screen to remove a smudge. Devastation weighed down on Akaashi in that instant. He pushed the chair away and found Bokuto's side in bed. "I'll get you back to the hospital by seven in the morning.". And the I found you just shattered my heart like just smash it on the floor and step on it why dont you . A sugar replacement used in many stevia, monk-fruit, keto and other reduced-sugar products marketed for weight loss and diabetes has been linked to stroke, heart attack and early death, a new . Curiosity had sparked within him. His arms and legs were stiff, as were his eyes. by postingAO3stories. He almost couldn't find his voice, but when he did, he tried his best to keep it from shaking. The tiny snowflakes deteriorated in the warmth of his palm, leaving a small puddle behind. ], [I don't know any other way to put it. Bokuto gazed at Akaashi, almost in wonder. Why do I let him do this? He stared at Bokuto and found it difficult to look away. He just didn't want to accept it. Tokyo needs a little more snow now and then. what disease did, bokuto have in another life. I may not be as sharp as I used to, but that whole 'Time flies when you're having fun,' rule still applies to me, even today.". "Hey- hey!" It almost looked as if he were asleep. "I spoke to Kuroo most of the time, so it doesn't count.". Akaashi kicked his legs out of bed and strode to his window. This would have me to conclude that he had Bipolar 1, or possibly Cyclothymia Disorder, which has brief periods of mania and depression. Akaashi placed it in between his fingers, and Bokuto retracted his hand to hold the biscuit snack against himself. 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. His company did not seem like the type to socialize so openly, so he figured simple inquiries would do just fine, especially if he kept them to a minimum. "The three hours!" "You were out for about an hour.". Akaashi swallowed thickly and crossed his hands, rubbing one thumb over the other. The pain seared itself into his soul, hindering him, rendering him speechless to a point where he no longer knew what words were. Akaashi muttered. In seconds, his hand was calm again. It was Akaashi's way of letting Bokuto know that everything would be alright, and this would always comfort him, no matter the situation they were in. His heart beat a mile a minute, he found it difficult to swallow, and one of his legs bounced up and down rapidly. The sound of Bokuto's laughter caused Akaashi to turn his head back to him. Though is was delayed, Akaashi moved on instinct and sat near Kuroo. As much as he didn't want to believe it, Akaashi wanted so badly to help. (31) 3351-3382 | 3351-3272 | 3351-3141 | 3351-3371. puppies for sale in nc under 200 associe-se. It illuminated both Bokuto and Akaashi, and they squinted at the same time. It had been so long since he'd heard something so loud. He couldn't sleep because of his honest fascination with him. Akaashi picked this up quickly, and he pulled his phone out for Bokuto to use. "I refuse to go. He looked up, gazed at Akaashi past his bleached blonde bangs, and straightened his back in the slightest way possible. Bokuto smiled wide to those words. "It's warm-" Bokuto exhaled and shuddered once he was inside, slipping off his shoes. "There's something about Bokuto that doesn't sit well with me. [I'm excited for you to come over tomorrow! Akaashi watched as one of Bokuto's hands twitched involuntarily, and to his dismay, it wouldn't stop. their spirits found each other again as they moved on to "another life". The cold was no longer a factor to Akaashi. Akaashi chuckled with Bokuto, folding his arms in the process. 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. "Watch it." Bokuto power walked ahead, obligating Akaashi to catch up to him with a quickened pace, whether he wanted to or not. This time, Kuroo was the one to grunt, the sound coming from deep within his chest. Bokuto's hallucinations had become such a part of him, that he thought the snow outside was just another mind trick. He stalked over to the other side of the bed, where he would be able to look at Bokuto's face. I can probably reschedule], [Nah, it's alright! "Come." He was grinning. "He does. He eyed the blonde one for quite a while. a while back in the story when bokuto was still alive, he told akaashi that he hoped that in another life, he'd be able to find akaashi again so that they can be together forever, hence why he said "i found you" :((, So i think there r two possible meanings of the ending so. "I did" He paused for a moment. Three times, Bokuto jolted awake involuntarily, and three times, he covered his eyes with his forearm and heaved a quiet sigh. Because of the nightmare? "I am. "Yeah, I'm-," He turned his head, "Is there someone in there?" He could practically hear the frown in his voice. It never failed to comfort Akaashi. He turned his head to get a clear look at Bokuto's face, but instantly wished he hadn't. A sheepish grin curled Akaashi's lips. Sleeping didn't come as easy as it used to. "Okay." He climbed into bed and folded one leg, pulling over his laptop to start it up. But most of the time, he only sat there and continued to watch nothing. The disappointment in his voice was clear. Akaashi heaved a sigh. "No, it's alright. ", The male who stood across from Akaashi shifted his weight to one leg. I showed up to your house unannounced at three in the morning. He turned his head in the opposite direction, facing Akaashi now. Bokuto would've taken an hour. You don't look like shit." I do.". t had been some time since Akaashi set foot into that hospital. A sob wretched its way out from Akaashi's throat. 3) Akaashi died in the end, and meets Bokuto in the afterlife. Emerald eyes searched Bokuto's own for an honest answer. He read up on the symptoms and blinked gently, a hand over his lips. He placed it on the counter near his bedside and buried himself into the blanket that he had so openly shared with Bokuto. "Why are you standing? He managed a feeble shrug and turned to continue on with the movie that he'd watched for the thirtieth time already. Short description of the movie (from Google): Six individuals belonging to different generations go on an emotional ride while exploring how human actions impact the lives of their loved ones in this ever-changing world. He didn't know how to deal with him now, so he remained silent. He couldn't look at his face. His hand trembled harder with each passing second, as if the movement would cause Bokuto to wake up. That's all?" Nov 3, 2020 - Read Fan art (2) from the story In another life bokuto x akaashi by bakutosbigbooty with 18,728 reads. Kuroo rubbed the lower part of his face with his hand. "And nothing you say will make me leave.". After a while, he opened his eyes and sighed, then moved across the court to the net. Keep it cool. 5/5 porque cuando lo le me dejo destrozada, no conozco la felicidad desde que le esto, nie wiem w sumie jak to sie stao ale faktycznie sie poryczaam XDDD, Im still crying I loved this but also fu to literally everyone on the internet telling me I needed to read this. He felt the need to keep most of his questions at bay. He pat the empty space next to him animatedly. "I'll show you." Bokuto has round, golden-colored eyes and spiky white-grey hair with black streaks; certain sections of it are done up as if to vaguely conform to that of an animal, strongly amplifying the uncanny resemblance he bears to a horned owl. He was obviously tired, showing signs of exhaustion with every small move he made. "It was sudden." It was a surreal feeling, one that he could never in one million years describe. 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. He focused on nothing Something he remembered Kenma doing. "Shut up." Been here for about Four weeks now." "Five weeks ago, he was in shambles. But even if he has, that's not what I meant." Akaashi's jaw clenched. ", "Comforting?" They shared another moment of silence, something that occurred more often than Akaashi would have liked. ", "It's alright." The ball was tossed back to him, and again, he got back to tossing the ball for Bokuto. I have have a theory that make he managed to achieve sleep, like w/out twitching awake, and during that sleep he entered a dream phase where he kinda had "the light" moment and passed . "I used to have some insane dreams, too. texas rule of civil procedure 99. largest staffing companies in the us 2021; moorabool news editor; romaji practice sentences; menards swing set accessories; what city produces the most nfl players; It wasn't necessarily a bow. He entered his number swiftly, and then handed the phone to Bokuto, the name section empty. Why must I always run into the strange ones? He only sniffed on occasion, and shifted in place, but never did he say anything to oppose Akaashi's decision. "I can barely keep my eyes open by day, and can barely keep them closed by night." Or maybe January? Akaashi spoke in a calm, slow voice. Akaashi watched as the screen went to black, and it was then that he placed the phone back on his nightstand, choosing to ignore the message. He turned his head to look out the window, eyeing the moon timidly. He turned his head and met Akaashi's gaze with weary, well rested eyes. In no time, Bokuto was standing in front of Akaashi, eager in every way to make it to the gymnasium. 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. They settled there, deeming Bokuto one of them for the remainder of their frozen lives before they eventually melted or fell away. 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. This one.". Akaashi figured he should stay quiet too. He knit his fingers together and kept his eyes down, anticipating when the first boom of thunder would sound. This was so so sad, I cried at the end. Bokuto stuck his head out of the window slightly and kept it there as the snowflakes fell all around him. The nickname popped into Akaashi's head for a brief second. Such a task as easy as swallowing was now a problem for Bokuto, too, and after many failed attempts at keeping his food down, or getting it to go down in the first place, the nurses found it would be best if Bokuto received nourishment the only other way possible, and that was through a tube. "" Bokuto looked up to stare out the window again. "Well, I'll be going now.". Create an account to follow your favorite communities and start taking part in conversations. The hospital AU that no body asked for, but that I took upon myself to write. He wanted to rid himself of this feeling, rid himself of this silence, so he searched his mind in haste for any word that came to mind. He moved forward. Ones that said, He's not dying. Not me llorando a la 1am por culpa de esto. His eyes stared forward, uninterested in the information desk several meters from him. He turned around. He'd usually ask yes or no questions, ones that were easy for Bokuto to answer with a nod or shake of the head. Bokuto was such a strange one. His face looked both shocked and exhausted at the same time. Though Bokuto's speaking skills weren't as good as they used to be, he was still the more talkative one out of the two. Watching as Bokuto ran forward, Akaashi set the ball perfectly. "That's Fine with me." 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.
