Akaashi continued to read on. As Akaashi lay there, quiet, listening to Bokuto's strained breathing, he opened his mouth to speak. He stalked over to the other side of the bed, where he would be able to look at Bokuto's face. Bokuto had always been struggling to keep a positive front, but inside, he was falling apart all along. His hands twitched once, and he moved closer, leaning into Bokuto's touch. 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. No one was bothered by him, so there he stood. Pulling his laptop close, Akaashi smoothed his finger along the mouse pad. Pretty much the only thing wrong with me is that I can't sleep!]. "No. ", "Comforting?" "You've only been here for like, thirty minutes. "I'm not coming back to visit him anymore. His breathing evened out and in no time, he could feel himself slipping, slowly, into the warm grasp of sleep, unable to resist. We also all know how Bokuto also gets really depressed (Bokuto's emo mode) in the middle of matches. by postingAO3stories. ", "Exactly, because you belong there!" I'm taking you back." He figured it was already past five in the afternoon. The black haired male bounced the ball again and walked over to position. Akaashi felt his chest rise. He was trying everything he could to psych himself into doing at least something to let Bokuto know that he was there for him. YES! If you watched Haikyuu, and anime, I would definitely recommend this ebook. Bokuto nodded frantically and forced himself to comply with Akaashi, as he always did. "We were actually just talking about stepping outside. "Get inside." He watched Bokuto intently, curious to know what his answer would be. Akaashi lifted himself onto his elbows. He brought his hand down to his side. Akaashi paused for a long moment and said nothing for a while. ", "Not to my knowledge. In a matter of minutes, just as Akaashi had started to fidget, Bokuto spoke up. "I'm often busy. "So Three hours is nothing." Hesitating for only a second, he reached his hand out and took the device into his hands. He was grinning. Akaashi made his way to the hospital for the umpteenth time that week, his hands in his jacket pockets and his nose burying into the burgundy knit scarf that protected him from the chilly weather. It took a moment for Bokuto to respond, but after some time, he managed some words. The hospital AU that no body asked for, but that I took upon myself to write. He snorted in laughter. The ball was tossed back to him, and again, he got back to tossing the ball for Bokuto. He reached his arm out and held his phone in front of Bokuto for him to type. The other, he had no clue. Akaashi stepped in and shut the door behind him. He just didn't want to accept it. Looking up from the laptop screen, Bokuto directed his attention to Akaashi. He smiled down at him. Get help and learn more about the design. Then I'll have to walk you to the hospital before the doctors find out you're missing and lose their minds.
In another life // Bokuaka - 11 - Wattpad I loved this. Akaashi pulled a solemn face and closed the laptop. It took quite some time for a message from Kuroo to arrive, but when it did, Akaashi realized that he'd sent a video instead of what was initially asked for. Bokuto had nothing more to say after that. "Wait, what? He couldn't find his pulse. "You've had two panic attacks this week already, and your hallucinations are getting worse. Akaashi's eyes widened, his emotions now falling victim to a strange mix of fear and fury. He commented softly, leaning back in his seat. He held it up to his ear and waited for the other line to pick up. He shut his eyes and squeezed his palm. Someone with DID has multiple, distinct personalities. "Well alright Koutarou, why do you like Cloud Atlas so much?" But always, he'd receive nothing. He praises others while shouting that he's the best at everything he does. He stared at the ceiling. Mustering a weak nod, Bokuto's lips curled at the sides just a bit more. Unnerved, he spoke up again. This book was absolutely fantabulous. Kuroo's voice was reserved and reluctant. "Setter. I'm not quite sure if he dies from a heartbreak or not though, trying to find that out for myself. It would cause less spasms to grip Bokuto's body, allowing him to unwind more than he usually could. 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. Another laugh. Akaashi found himself laughing along with him. He stared down at the screen, his brow furrowing slightly. Akaashi's tone was monotonous, but Kuroo didn't fail to detect the venom that lined each word prior to his last sentence. I was in tears for most of the hours it took me to read it, and when I finished, I legitimately sobbed so hard I woke up sick the next morning. Why is that? Long time.". Akaashi looked at his phone to read the sentence. "Give me a break here." Things could be worse. There was something strange about the excitement in his tone. "Don't cry over it." 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. He held onto the IV stand with one hand and Akaashi's hand with his other as he hobbled over to the window. I miss you especially, Bokuto. Akaashi couldn't find any words to say at that moment. "I guess you can Just as long as you're feeling better. I couldn't stop, even if I tried. He lay on his back, with his head on some of Akaashi's pillows. Bokuto's eyes stared forward with an engrossed gaze, his yellow hues taking a mental picture of what he probably would never see again. fandom for a reason, but reading it hit so much harder than I anticipated. Akaashi figured that Bokuto would keep to himself for the rest of the night, so he put his focus back to trying to sleep. Ridiculous." He tried desperately to hold it in. Did you see that?!" Akaashi watched as one of Bokuto's hands twitched involuntarily, and to his dismay, it wouldn't stop. "I was drowning." He wished he could fight it, but he knew there was no possible way for him to. Bokuto beamed at him with a smile that spoke a thousand words, and his hand reached out to touch Akaashi's cheek. "Three words? 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. Everyone came to an unspoken agreement after the one sentence. 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 twisted his lips to the side and decided to bring up something else. He must have looked it up at some point, right? Akaashi looked down and away from Bokuto, then back to the window. I think the ending is up to interpret, but this is what I thought of. "What's this?" Kuroo was just as bitter. Ahhhh I know you didn't tell me to send a video, but, I'm not someone who follows rules." text me when you're finished! (does that make sense?). "Do you think you can toss to me?". Akaashi shifted to the side to give his visitor more room. I've watched this movie so many times, I actually fell asleep." He just breathed now. His hands showed what his face dared not. Several flakes had gathered on the outstretched limb, but they were not quick to melt. Bokuto moved closer to where Akaashi was standing, all the while still sitting in bed. Akaashi entered the building and greeted the woman at the front desk, as always. His head hung low, and his attention belonged only to the handheld system that entertained him. Characters die in one life?" He was thinner than before, a large flannel shirt fitting him loosely. Akaashi almost smiled back, and he would have, too, if it hadn't been for the thunder that sounded its arrival from above. 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 see." After a moment, he finally spoke. "I'm Holding it now.". Sleeping didn't come as easy as it used to. "And my hallucinations aren't all that bad. He was extremely pale, and somehow thinner than before, but he kept that same smile on his face. "I'm going straight to sleep.". He chuckled and rubbed at his face wearily. In another life.". "You can sit anywhere." A stronger laugh broke out from him, rattling his body as he lay down in bed. He kept his weary yellow eyes on Akaashi, waiting for him to nod. Akaashi leaned over in his seat to move himself closer to Bokuto. Please consider turning it on! 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. Other than those things, Bokuto found it nearly impossible to stomach anything else. Akaashi stared at his shoes. Why did he want to know his name? "Of this hospital. Akaashi pursed his lips and nodded once. Taking a seat on the edge of the bed, Bokuto rubbed the back of his neck. 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.". Akaashi wanted to scream, but he couldn't find his voice. Once again, that crippling spell took hold of him, and Akaashi couldn't move, nor could he speak. He watched Bokuto's fingers curl around the phone, and his hand slowly backed away. Bokuto nodded and looked up at Akaashi once again. "Were you sick? Akaashi raised his eyebrows. Sleeping. But he couldn't keep it up forever. After what felt like the longest ten seconds of his life, a sudden shudder charged down Akaashi's spine, causing goose bumps to rise on his flesh. "I told you I had my moments every so often.". After several seconds, he'd returned to see that Bokuto had changed his position in bed entirely. They sat heavily in the pit of his stomach, churning and pestering him, urging him to throw up. He looked up, gazed at Akaashi past his bleached blonde bangs, and straightened his back in the slightest way possible. There anymore? Bokuto pulled off Akaashi's jacket. "That was your idea of a joke?". In another life. Akaashi placed it in between his fingers, and Bokuto retracted his hand to hold the biscuit snack against himself. Not even a sentence could get past his suffering. He could only watch as those tears fell at a faster pace, down onto his hospital gown and onto the floor. He did the only thing that he could and nodded again, then closed his eyes, and slightly turned his head away. He turned to look at Akaashi. Bokuto shifted as he lay down, sticking a leg out to kick Akaashi. He wasted no time ascending the steps needed to get to the part of the hospital where he'd almost reached all that time ago. lamar county tx property search 2 via de boleto ", "It's alright." Bokuto's laughter died down and he closed his eyes. You shouldn't be-". 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. jackie robinson life and legacy. It was moments like these that made Akaashi realize just how much of an innocent soul Bokuto really was. Bokuto was bursting with emotion. You'll still be the best. This is why I never read Major Character Death. Kuroo rubbed his elbow, irate, and sighed in defeat. He would have laughed if he could. Bokuto kept his finger up, then moved his hand to point it at himself. Akaashi and Bokuto carried a sort of unspoken communication with each other. The answer came so much more quickly than Kuroo thought it would. Akaashi stared at the text message and let out a shaking sigh. So he didn't care anymore. Akaashi spoke in a calm, slow voice. ], [I know! "You chose the perfect night." Bokuto knew this, and now Akaashi did, too. They shared another moment of silence, something that occurred more often than Akaashi would have liked. He drags you back in. A puff of smoke came from him as he exhaled. Kuroo bid Bokuto farewell for the time being, while Kenma made his way downstairs to exit the building. But then he spoke up again. I read it about a month ago and I still haven't managed to explain the plot to someone without crying XD. Guilt bubbled up within Akaashi's chest. He could practically hear the frown in his voice. His lips quivered before he could form his words. As much as it infuriated him, he knew that Bokuto wasn't going to go anywhere unless he let him into his home first. Bokuto stared off in the distance from beyond the net, his face carrying a confused expression.