Akaashi.". It had been sent two hours ago. Akaashi said his name, and to this, Bokuto stirred awake. Akaashi set his phone down and leaned back slowly, resting the back of his head against his pillow. He wanted for him to spike it at least once lest Bokuto threw a self hate-induced panic attack. Akaashi stared at his shoes. My last memory of Koutaro is already with me, and it will die along with me.". He didn't wait for Kuroo to respond and glanced into Bokuto's room. He looked to the lower right corner of the screen. Akaashi watched curiously as Bokuto's lips quivered into a wide grin, and as the light captured his features, Akaashi realized just how embarrassed Bokuto actually was. Akaashi went straight into the reading. He exerted more force into his arms, getting Bokuto to take a step back. It took all of his power not to flinch when he'd felt the unfamiliar touch. He dreamt of nothing in particular that night. When would he ever use it again? Complete and utter silence befell them afterwards. 1) the most possible explanation - it was a dream, and it was all in Akaashi's head. Bokuto moved closer to where Akaashi was standing, all the while still sitting in bed. It was a quiet laugh. It was amazing. 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. by hatsumix. Indifference morphed into curiosity, and said curiosity was what drew Akaashi closer to his new friend. Hang in there, alright? I'm taking you back." "All the people who've contracted this disease eventually die within a year or less" This part was read aloud. 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 . what disease did, bokuto have in another life. He didn't bother to check. "What?". A mere two minutes outside had turned into two hours. by postingAO3stories. The black haired male looked up from his hands. ], [No, more like the clichd kind, where you sit up in bed in a cold sweat. Ones that said, He's not dying. His hands tensed, relaxed, and rested against his neck. please dont make this flop i has to rearead EVERYTHING just so that i could be in the "feels" making this video. His hands twitched once, and he moved closer, leaning into Bokuto's touch. He just didn't want to accept it. "Likewise.". He moved closer, his other hand taking hold of Bokuto's. When Bokuto was like this, Akaashi would normally look away to spare himself the sight of it all. 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. Ridiculous." Why had the sickly one taken a sudden liking to him? Are you checking out?". He placed a hand on his broad back and rubbed gently, hoping to comfort him and to be the stronger of the two. 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. 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. After a moment, he finally spoke. He instead allowed his actions to speak for him. After three sets, there was another hit, and another cheer from the former ace. When this would happen, he'd pull a frustrated expression for only a moment before his face grew too tired to hold it any longer. "I envy you. And remember, you're the best." He praises others while shouting that he's the best at everything he does. "And nothing you say will make me leave.". He rubbed the back of his neck. He entered his home with Bokuto in a matter of minutes, having walked faster than usual. Juli 2022 . No words were exchanged for what seemed like forever before Akaashi spoke up. Heavy raindrops pelted against the window as Bokuto's frantic sounds filled the room. "Isn't that what humans do? He glanced to the side. That's all?" "Nope." He stared at him intently and watched every move he made, to the point where this had captured Akaashi's attention. 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. It was very unsettling. I mean, will they let you out of the hospital? Akaashi's face buried into the crook of his neck. Characters die in one life?" Ain't that the horror of it all" He rubbed his chin and stalked his way down the hall. It illuminated both Bokuto and Akaashi, and they squinted at the same time. Akaashi wanted to scream, but he couldn't find his voice. Bokuto nodded frantically and forced himself to comply with Akaashi, as he always did. His voice was full of excitement as he proceeded to enter the name for his new contact. "I know." Sho is shown to be a quiet and very polite boy. He knit his fingers together and kept his eyes down, anticipating when the first boom of thunder would sound. Akaashi sighed and lazily dragged his finger along the d-pad. "I'm fine." Despite this, it only seemed to make Bokuto laugh even harder. He quickly got up from the bed and walked off. "But I also want you to hold onto it.". I don't want to know them. 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 turned his head towards the window, away from Akaashi. 15 jun. An 'It's alright,' could be heard from behind him, but it soon faded as Akaashi continued forward. Sitting back, he reached a hand out and paused the movie that'd been on screen. No one was around." 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. 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. He moved in his seat and sat straight against the head of the bed, then looked down at Bokuto. jackie robinson life and legacy. You really are straightforward, aren't you? Bokuto nodded once more. "You seem a bit anxious." I don't regret meeting you.". Bokuto quieted himself, curled up, and watched on as the movie started. Without a voice, Bokuto couldn't keep up a conversation as well as he used to, no matter how hard he tried. Akaashi would answer his questions coldly, with little to no emotion, but Bokuto would cherish these answers and retort with excitement in his tone. He climbed into bed and folded one leg, pulling over his laptop to start it up. We also all know how Bokuto also gets really depressed (Bokuto's emo mode) in the middle of matches. He took several steps back to prepare himself for the toss. "Do you think you can toss to me?". That night was no different as Akaashi repeated this action for the twentieth time that day, his thumb scrolling up and down for minutes on end until he finally came to a stop. I just met him." We're friends." He looked down at Bokuto's phone. Unconsciously, his hand grasped Akaashi's own, and he dragged it down with his lack of strength, causing both of them to startle. "I thought you were waiting for the snow. "I understand. 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. [Yeah! His breathing evened out and in no time, he could feel himself slipping, slowly, into the warm grasp of sleep, unable to resist. This backfired, however, as the other's hand quickly withdrew. "Shut up." Thank you, Koutarou, for talking to me me in the hall that day And asking me if I was alright. 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. His head hung low, and his attention belonged only to the handheld system that entertained him. Bokuto tightened his grasp in that automatic way he always did. 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. He turned his head in the opposite direction, facing Akaashi now. He leaned his chin against the palm of his hand and chortled. ", Akaashi scratched his head. Akaashi kicked his legs out of bed and strode to his window. His hands rested on his stomach, the dark blanket surrounding him from behind, but slipping off just enough for his torso to be exposed. 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. You? "My room is this way.". His eyelids drooping and then snapping open again, Bokuto made a small sound. 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. His eyes locked onto Bokuto's. He watched as Bokuto gathered it up in his arms and threw it around himself. Akaashi closed his eyes and sighed, swaying absentmindedly in his step, opening his eyes just in time to swiftly avoid colliding with someone. "Why not? "Yeah." I couldn't put Bokuto through all of that. The hand that supported his weight against the windowsill trembled without pause, and his other remained outside, shaking in the cold dead of night. "I don't want you to grow any m-more attached to me th-than y-you already are. "Bokuto," he whispered. "Well, I'll be going now.". You don't have to say it now if you don't want to.". Other than those things, Bokuto found it nearly impossible to stomach anything else. Akaashi balled his hand into a fist, mentally scolding himself for the present lack of emotion in his voice. I haven't gone outside in days." "Sh-shut up, Akaashi" He breathed in deeply, frustrated with himself and the gradual growth of his speech impediment, but continued on. His hands quivered as he dug his nails into his knuckles. I was just thinking." In seconds, his hand was calm again. Bokuto knew this, and now Akaashi did, too. That was enough for Akaashi to remove his hand from in front his mouth slowly, moving it to rest it over his chin. But even so, Bokuto still suffered from trembling spells, and they would come in small, short bursts and last only several seconds before his body became too weak to keep it up. He reached a hand out to turn on the lamp that sat on his nightstand. Akaashi figured that Bokuto would keep to himself for the rest of the night, so he put his focus back to trying to sleep. "It was sudden." 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. Sucking his teeth, Bokuto pulled the blanket up to just beneath his chin. In what you want to say, I mean?". "Ah. Akaashi yanked his hands away and stared at Bokuto. ", Akaashi nearly scoffed. Think that I'm beautiful?" Akaashi is dreaming and he sees bokuto in his dream and most ppl think this also. i felt sad abt it, im jus really confused at the ending, like was it a dream, hallucination, afterlife,etc? Bokuto swatted Akaashi's hands away. "Akaashi Keiji." "And that's Kenma for you" Kuroo groaned as he repositioned himself in bed, and then he smiled. Akaashi lifted his head in subtle interest. The hospital AU that no body asked for, but that I took upon myself to write. He wanted the thought to leave his mind. Kind of confusing, but good. Bokuto had nothing more to say after that. People walked by him, around him, up and down the halls, to and fro, but no one seemed to notice him. This was not what he wanted. That would be nice. It took some time, but he finally answered. ", "Well, I brought it up, just as a suggestion, but then he got really excited." It was his attempt at brightening the mood, or "being funny," as some called it, but alas, his words had fallen flat on the ground as he received another silent reply from Bokuto. Akaashi pulled his arms in close, wrapping the sheets around himself. Akaashi literally found nothing special about Bokuto. "Why are you standing? "I would stay if it were up to me. "I am-." His voice was a soft tremor. "I said come." Without hesitation, he ran across the court to retrieve the ball. Whatever was left of Akaashi's smile faded. Both hands had clasped around Bokuto's own now, quavering without pause. Things could be worse. He was obviously tired, showing signs of exhaustion with every small move he made. He needed something anything to say to Bokuto, just so that he could liberate himself of the horrid feeling that threatened to overtake him. "Is there something wrong with him? He brought his hand down to his side. He opened it and pulled one out. (31) 3351-3382 | 3351-3272 | 3351-3141 | 3351-3371. puppies for sale in nc under 200 associe-se. (Not my story all credits goes to LittleLuxray on ao3) Akaashi had looked up from his phone and stuffed it into his jacket pocket as the energetic hospital patient made his way across the lot. [I must have texted you while you were asleep!]. "I didn't Want you to leave. Bokuto's hallucinations had become such a part of him, that he thought the snow outside was just another mind trick. He watched the window quietly, paying no mind to his visitor, or so Akaashi thought. Despite him being the one who asked, Bokuto held onto it tightly.
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