"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. I am weak.If anyone here has also watched, and enjoyed, the movie Cloud Atlas, then I hope this hits closer to home than usual.I really hope that whoever reads this enjoys. He held it up to his ear and waited for the other line to pick up. Surprised, Akaashi gave Bokuto his attention again. But as he thought of it, he figured he couldn't be blamed for it. His voice was full of excitement as he proceeded to enter the name for his new contact. Been here for about Four weeks now." His hands twitched once, and he moved closer, leaning into Bokuto's touch. Why is that? "Hm? No words were exchanged for what seemed like forever before Akaashi spoke up. Again, if he hadn't known any better, Akaashi would have figured that Bokuto was already fast asleep. A shiver racked Akaashi, causing the hairs on the back of his neck to stand. Bokuto stood at the side of Akaashi's bed. He looked around. Akaashi entered the building and greeted the woman at the front desk, as always. He just breathed now. Imagine their faces when they notice I'm not even in my room." Akaashi sat in bed and wrapped a sheet around himself. 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. "Everything you say is so straightforward. He didn't bother to check. There was a longing in his eyes that Akaashi couldn't stand to see. His only intention was leaving. Bokuto stared at the screen with interested eyes, wondering what the content would consist of. He closed his eyes in a slow blink and kept his breathing quiet. He answered blatantly. My last memory of Koutaro is already with me, and it will die along with me.". Akaashi pursed his lips and nodded once. He seemed to be unfazed by many things, and blatant about others, blurting sentences out that didn't seem to have much thought behind them. YES! He'd realized just how rude that was, falling asleep so easily in front of a person who's biggest struggle was just that. People walked by him, around him, up and down the halls, to and fro, but no one seemed to notice him. Complete and utter silence befell them afterwards. It was because of this that he was so surprised when he felt a gentle sensation against his forehead. He didn't want to. "Give me a break here." When he was like this, Akaashi would think that he was resting, and he would almost believe that thought until Bokuto would twitch awake again, his body jerking him from what little relaxation he tried to achieve. Bokuto followed, his arm still around him. Please consider turning it on! His back was facing the door, and Bokuto seemed to have all of his attention on him. Bokuto didn't respond. No one was bothered by him, so there he stood. text me when you're finished! Healthy. He felt the need to keep most of his questions at bay. Akaashi almost smiled. "He's a bit more of An ass, to say the least." 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. When he exhaled, a puff of smoke left him. "Me too" Bokuto's eyes never left Akaashi. He held his hand up in a "peace sign", and the video ended with him on screen. It had been some time since Akaashi set foot into that hospital. Sitting back, he reached a hand out and paused the movie that'd been on screen. "Do you still think that you are the best?" Kuroo spoke to him, and Akaashi listened and often responded. There was definitely a storm coming his way, so Akaashi knew that Bokuto would need him. He had to force himself to say the mere four words. 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. "I barely ever see it." That night, he dreamt of the first night Bokuto had come over his home. "Yeah, I'm-," He turned his head, "Is there someone in there?" "I understand. Not great, but alright. Are you feeling better?]. Judging by his still trembling hands, he knew he wasn't. "All of this is so- ugh. There was something strange about the excitement in his tone. Akaashi leaned back in his seat. 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. "How did he look?" He had probably lost a bit overtwenty pounds in the two months that passed. Keeping his eyes closed, Akaashi took in the feeling of this. 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. 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. Akaashi's eyes lowered, focusing on the arm that was attached to the hand that he was holding. Why the hell did this have to happen to him? Akaashi doubted that he'd ever have Bokuto over again, so hearing him say 'I'll have to watch it again,' didn't sit too well with him. "So How are you taking all of this, if I may ask? Characters die in one life?" He wanted to know if it was real or not. Absolutely not. 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. That had been one of Bokuto's worst attacks yet. The sound of someone cautiously moving their arm when they didn't wish to wake someone. I think the ending is up to interpret, but this is what I thought of. Kuroo didn't seem surprised in the slightest. Akaashi took a glance out the window, only to instantly throw on his clothes and toss his bag over his shoulders. Asking around here and there, the male put little to no effort in finding out where he could go to sign up for what. [Verse 2 . The nickname popped into Akaashi's head for a brief second. Why did he want to know his name? "What is it? ], [Are you calming down? Playing off of this, Akaashi texted for Kuroo to send an image of himself for Bokuto to see. He paused for a moment, then spoke up again. ", "Don't think so. "I don't think I want to ask about the symptoms of this illness.". He took in a slow, deep breath and closed his eyes, and his eyebrows knit together for only a second. I'm not sick, but this place makes me feel like I am." He circled around the male, apologizing flatly before he continued on. I read it about a month ago and I still haven't managed to explain the plot to someone without crying XD. I was so weak, and it'd gotten to the point where I could barely breath. ], [I guess. "I am-." He was ecstatic. Not after this. His movements were uncoordinated and slow, and the only sounds he could manage were meek and most of the time inaudible. ", "Kenma is fine." All he wanted was to see Bokuto again, even if just for a second. I'm trying to detach myself. But in the end, I couldn't move. He must have been. Not me llorando a la 1am por culpa de esto. The pain seared itself into his soul, hindering him, rendering him speechless to a point where he no longer knew what words were. "I see" Akaashi nodded once. "The gymnasium's about ten minutes that way." 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. 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. Taking a seat on the edge of the bed, Bokuto rubbed the back of his neck. Bokuto would've taken an hour. All he cared about was the fact that Bokuto Koutarou was still there. He faked a smile. It almost looked as if he were asleep. Here we are. ", Bokuto grinned. After several seconds, he'd returned to see that Bokuto had changed his position in bed entirely. Feeling that it would be rude to interrupt Bokuto's conversation with whoever the other person was, Akaashi strode over to the seats and sat one chair away from the gaming stranger. He managed a feeble shrug and turned to continue on with the movie that he'd watched for the thirtieth time already. He pulled and tugged at them restlessly. He wished he could fight it, but he knew there was no possible way for him to. Akaashi pointed down the road. Bokuto's arm unconsciously squeezed Akaashi closer to his side. He stared at his knees intensely before Kenma spoke up. Akaashi was dumbfounded. He then turned his attention to Akaashi. Bokuto and Kuroo continued to talk animatedly, the both of them out of earshot. 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 swallowed thickly and looked out the window. "I guess you can Just as long as you're feeling better. He used to be bigger than Kuroo, but now he's the one who's smaller. Loud, though.". He laughed again, louder this time. Bokuto looked exhausted beyond belief, yet there he stood, excited to make his way to the gymnasium. Wincing a bit, Akaashi squinted at his phone screen. It had been sent two hours ago. 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. I cried several times while typing it, actually. He pressed pause on his PSP and tapped one end of it against his open palm. In its latest offering, 'Another Life', it has 'Battlestar Galactica' star, Katee Sackhoff, play the role of a woman who leads a team of astronauts into deep space to discover the . "Hi." ", "Yeah Yeah. Akaashi remained in his faux sleeping position, feeling that it would take much more of an effort for him to open his eyes and check around than to stay dormant. "Fine by me! I am, now.". Seeing you smile, those amber eyes and your laughs. It was a quiet laugh. He felt as if all the air had been squeezed out of his body by the words that Bokuto had spoken. It had been so long since he'd heard something so loud. The other, he had no clue. Akaashi turned his head slightly, his cheek gently resting on Bokuto's shoulder. He moved closer, his other hand taking hold of Bokuto's. He was happy where he was. "Shut up." The practice of. Still, he continued to talk. He furrowed his brow and exhaled heavily, his eyes looking down. He was undone. Work Search: ", "Well, I brought it up, just as a suggestion, but then he got really excited." If you ever interact with him in even the slightest, you'll be reminded of just how good a person he really is. Surely enough, he noticed Kenma sitting in the seat next to Bokuto's bed. He observed his surroundings once again, having been fascinated by the inside of someone else's home. Bokuto kept silent. His hands squeezed tightly around the navy blue blanket that enveloped him. Because I wasn't, then. I can.. B-arely speak. Tried so hard to keep himself together, but he knew he was too weak to pull such a bluff. Akaashi shared a bench with Kenma. He kept his head down and played the fool, pretending he didn't see Akaashi. The disembodied voice came from off screen. Pursing his lips into a thin line, Akaashi looked down and noticed that Kenma had laced his fingers together. It took some time, but he finally answered. "Um Bokuto? He turned his head to look out the window, eyeing the moon timidly. Bokuto knew this, and now Akaashi did, too. If you watched Haikyuu, and anime, I would definitely recommend this ebook. He stared at the wall and bounced one leg up and down as his emotions slowly started to reclaim him. It was cold. i'm in spain but the s is silent. "You chose the perfect night." He was cool to the touch colder than most. Akaashi inhaled quietly. Kuroo started down the hall, Bokuto trailing after him. He found it strange, how Bokuto was the one walking around when he was the sick one out of the lot. "My parents aren't home.". "How are you feeling, Koutarou?". It was moments like these that made Akaashi realize just how much of an innocent soul Bokuto really was. Akaashi stared at the text message and let out a shaking sigh. [I must have texted you while you were asleep!]. 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. With barely an ounce of strength left, Bokuto pulled himself up a tad to get a better look outside. "All I can say is that sleeping doesn't come as easily as it used to." Pressing his lips into a thin slab of a line, Akaashi shook his head once more. Akaashi's face buried into the crook of his neck. Why must I always run into the strange ones? ", "When I said that it would be a tough mess for them to clean up" Akaashi sounded genuinely confused. 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. He'd never heard of that disease before. He directed his attention to a grinning Bokuto who eagerly sat up in bed. sutton united average attendance; I didn't cry either I just assumed it was a dreamwhich i really hope it wasotherwise id be so sad, oop i thought it was like, he died and that was the vision he had before dying/was their afterlife. Your interest is always appreciated. 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. "I'm often busy. "Get over here." Akaashi lifted his head from his pillow and reached a hand out to grab his phone. "No, it's alright. He threw it open and faced Bokuto, who was jogging to him with a smile and a shiver in each step. However, he is initially listless and pessimistic about his operation, as he has no will to live, thinking . After a while, he opened his eyes and sighed, then moved across the court to the net. His voice was a soft tremor. He continued to stare on as he talked. "Koutarou Why do you watch me like that?" We're friends." He spoke gently in Bokuto's direction. 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 figured it was safe to say that Bokuto had already begun to pull Kenma back in. "Don't call me that." 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. "Well alright Koutarou, why do you like Cloud Atlas so much?" ", "It's alright." [Nightmare? "For a guy who's name is Kuroo, he sure is a colorful one." DEFINITELY. "So, how was it, watching the movie for the thousandth time?" He jogged downstairs, slipped his shoes on, and was out the door in seconds, making his way down the familiar route to the hospital. 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. And to have gotten to know you". "What's the big deal? Akaashi always made sure to hold Bokuto close and squeeze him tight whenever this happened, just to let him know that he was there for him. Staring down wide-eyed at the floor of the hospital room, Bokuto fought to find words. Akaashi's eyes widened. "I'll get you back to the hospital by seven in the morning.". Akaashi stepped in and turned his head. Bokuto curled in on himself and pushed his hands into his hood pocket. The question came out of the blue. He held it in his shaking hands and closed his eyes in an attempt to try and find sleep again. You don't look like shit." Did Bokuto know about the lifespan of victims with his condition? Even if it's just a little bit." It took every fiber of his being to keep his voice from trembling. Silently and almost in fascination, Bokuto stared at Akaashi once again, longer this time before he looked up, then down, then away. He smelled sort of like a hospital. He was waiting for Kenma, but Akaashi wondered why he hadn't waited for him in the seat that he was initially sitting in. Akaashi stepped to the side. "The liquid started flooding into my mouth and nose, and it wasn't until I was suffocating that I forced myself awake.". Bokuto asked aloud, finally pulling his hands from his hood pockets. 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. I'll have to watch it again.". "You don't like to see him like that, do you?". But he only swallowed and kept his composure, just as he'd been doing since the day he met Bokuto. When you're around him, you help him forget.". "I told you I had my moments every so often.". Akaashi had kept his eyes closed for quite a while, trying to fall into a deep sleep, but found that he couldn't, or at least, not as quickly as he thought he could. Bokuto turned his head to catch another look out the window. Storms trigger them.". "I said come." He didn't know how to react, didn't know what to do or say, but as he searched for the right words to speak, or the right thing to do, Akaashi found himself doing something he didn't expect of himself. He wore a confused expression, wondering just what the other had meant by that word. Outside, the sky above grew dark as clouds rolled in. When would he ever use it again? He almost didn't want to ask the question. I can't eat. "It's warm-" Bokuto exhaled and shuddered once he was inside, slipping off his shoes. What?" Once Akaashi had left the hospital, he never looked back. Thank you, Koutarou, for talking to me me in the hall that day And asking me if I was alright. "Do you think you can toss to me?". "I Don't Usually text," Akaashi murmured. His hand took Bokuto's own, and he held it gently. Akaashi's tone was monotonous, but Kuroo didn't fail to detect the venom that lined each word prior to his last sentence. He had so many things he'd wanted to do with him, so many things he'd wanted to say, but all of those things seemed to have fallen away once the moment had finally come. ", "Because it's three in the morning and I want to fit some sleep into my schedule. ], [You probably fell asleep. Ain't that the horror of it all" He rubbed his chin and stalked his way down the hall. Gazing up at Akaashi, Bokuto frowned and tried to form some words, but failed in the end. Emerald eyes searched Bokuto's own for an honest answer. "Good" Bokuto eased back and buried his head into his pillow. The reflection of ending movie credits could be seen in Akaashi's eyes as they scrolled up along the screen of his laptop. "Five weeks ago, he was in shambles. It's ridiculous.". Sleeping didn't come as easy as it used to. He twisted his fingers and pursed his lips, wary of what Kuroo would say next. 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. "What's it called?" It's why I didn't want to come along. It was very unsettling. 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. He only looked like a tall, thin, black mass now as he stood near the stairway. He wanted nothing more than to push him away, throw away the forms, and never set foot into that hospital again, but for some strange and irritating reason, Akaashi found it difficult to deny Bokuto. I never asked." Akaashi kept his eyes down. From his peripheral, Akaashi could see their hand reaching out to him. He was grinning. All he had to do was talk to someone, and in an instant, they would be involved in Bokuto's lively shenanigans once again. He didn't care, nor did he think he would care in the near future. His arms and legs were stiff, as were his eyes. I think you'd better leave 'em both alone.". But for what it's worth, my name is Bokuto.". I've seen enough." "Yeah, but for all the wrong reasons." All I have to say is that this fucking broke me. "I could ask you the same thing" Akaashi's lips screwed to the side. "May I ask your name?" to enjoy it, and okay, maybe you'll regret it when you're crying so hard you might pass out at 3am, but ultimately you'll be glad you read this masterpiece. He stalked over to the other side of the bed, where he would be able to look at Bokuto's face. His voice was solemn. Realizing this, Akaashi decided to take action instead and reach out to comfort him, but not even this he could do. I've got time. 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. This was so so sad, I cried at the end. Quietly, he contemplated on whether he wanted to respond or not. Akaashi's eyebrows knit together. His eyes stared forward, uninterested in the information desk several meters from him. He didn't want to talk to anyone.
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