what disease did, bokuto have in another life

"Three words? Akaashi was close to holding his breath before Bokuto had finally drew his hand back. ", Akaashi scratched his head. "Are you here every day?". In what you want to say, I mean?". So instead of putting on a sour expression, Akaashi only kept a neutral one, like he always did. Bokuto curled in on himself and pushed his hands into his hood pocket. I know a gymnasium we can go to], [Is that too long a wait? Akaashi paused for a long moment and said nothing for a while. Looking up from the laptop screen, Bokuto directed his attention to Akaashi. Akaashi was dumbfounded. That had been one of Bokuto's worst attacks yet. by postingAO3stories. A stronger laugh broke out from him, rattling his body as he lay down in bed. Here too" His voice was weaker than before, if possible. They were the only two in the gym. ", Bokuto snorted. He, too, did not intend on showing up to any funeral. It took some time, but he finally answered. He wanted to know if it was real or not. If you love sci-fi shows, then there is one thing you have in common with Netflix.In the plethora of content that it releases every month, the streaming service seems especially invested in the sci-fi genre. Akaashi asked sincerely. He started down the hall, sighing heavily, intent on rushing home. Bokuto turned his head to catch another look out the window. Bokuto reached up a cold, frail hand to wipe at the mess that was his face. His head eased into his pillow, and to his surprise, within a matter of minutes, he could feel himself slipping. Bokuto nodded once more. He's sick. He could only watch as those tears fell at a faster pace, down onto his hospital gown and onto the floor. I see." 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. i mean, i felt sad sure but I didn't really get the last few parts, like was it a dream, was Akaashi having a hallucination, did he die from a broken heart and that was like a vision of some of his best moments with Bokuto, etc. "You will get through this. I most definitely did not sob reading this. The ending is Akaashi dreaming, but Bokuto's soul/spirit is with Akaashi in his dream, and Bokuto "found him" In another life. He was happy where he was. "No, it's alright. "I miss you guys. 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. "You tremble when it's seventy degrees in the room. "Ah. He took in a slow, deep breath and closed his eyes, and his eyebrows knit together for only a second. January 19th, 6:40pm. I hope all is well. the chaotic, crazy, happy-when-he's-not-in-emo-mode bokuto crying absolutely broke me. "I'll get you back to the hospital by seven in the morning.". His voice was gentle, light on Bokuto's ears. He moved in his seat and sat straight against the head of the bed, then looked down at Bokuto. He watched as Bokuto's smile faded instantly, his eyes having gone from half lidded to wide in a second. Akaashi would also murmur quiet things to him from time to time, to keep up a small, often one sided conversation. I do.". It works for me as well. "We're going back to the hospital right now. "I still miss it though. Bokuto captured it all, and in no time, he found himself laughing too. Once it did, Akaashi was greeted with a, "Hello?". "I've been insensitive", A laugh bubbled out from Bokuto. "Do you think you can toss to me?". "I hope you don't mind me sleeping." This entire review has been hidden because of spoilers. "So we were going to step outside for a minute or two in order to get this owl to shut up.". He opened his notes application and held the device in front of Bokuto. Akaashi muttered. Bokuto's hands were as cold as ice, causing Akaashi's concern in him to grow even more. He leaned back in his chair. Akaashi raised his eyebrows. "What?" 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. He intended on closing his eyes and falling asleep for real afterwards, but after having felt his mattress shake for the fourth time, he opened his eyes. He'd scroll up, up, up until the first text, then would scroll all the way down again, waiting for the ellipse to appear on the lower left side of the screen. "I know you're fond of that movie." With what little strength he had left, Bokuto beamed. Which makes this review sound negative, BUT!! You don't need to know a THING about Haikyuu!! Akaashi shared a bench with Kenma. Akaashi couldn't find any words to say at that moment. Nodding once, Akaashi acknowledged Kuroo's words, but did not know how to respond to them. Those yellow eyes were gleaming. The ball was tossed back to him, and again, he got back to tossing the ball for Bokuto. "When have you ever tried to make a joke? He stared at him intently and watched every move he made, to the point where this had captured Akaashi's attention. ", Confused and mildly shocked, Akaashi made a face. Akaashi hadn't even mustered his first word before Bokuto snapped his head to the side to give him his undivided attention. He needed something anything to say to Bokuto, just so that he could liberate himself of the horrid feeling that threatened to overtake him. I was just thinking." Just as those words left Akaashi's mouth, the clouds outside parted, allowing the setting sun's orange light to flood into the room. He wasn't too sure why. Not after this. Akaashi's grip tightened around his phone. "You seem to have grown more attached to that Pocky stick than me". "This is Kuroo, a close friend of mine. ", Shrugging one shoulder, Akaashi grabbed his phone. After a moment, he finally spoke. However, he is initially listless and pessimistic about his operation, as he has no will to live, thinking . Bokuto's eyes stared forward with an engrossed gaze, his yellow hues taking a mental picture of what he probably would never see again. His fingers remained stiff for quite some time as his eyes read the introductory paragraph over and over again. He inhaled audibly, and Akaashi could hear a scratching sound. As Akaashi lay there, quiet, listening to Bokuto's strained breathing, he opened his mouth to speak. He found that speaking was taking much more energy than he thought. He did not seem to take offense easily. Bokuto found himself smiling. His hands rested on his stomach, the dark blanket surrounding him from behind, but slipping off just enough for his torso to be exposed. "I hadn't noticed that one was rolling in." "But I thought you had that nightmare." It's Akaashi. He watched the window quietly, paying no mind to his visitor, or so Akaashi thought. Akaashi bounced the ball off the floor twice. "Akaashi?" He looked down, his hair hanging over his face. "I'm fine. 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. Left.". He was trying to, he truly was, but he just couldn't. Akaashi let out a half-assed grunt and continued to stare forward. Akaashi stared intensely at the screen, then tore his gaze away and looked back to Bokuto. They were still wrapped up in whatever conversation they were having. Sometimes I think I'm funny. His emerald eyes met golden ones. He could feel the ignorance emanating off of Bokuto's text messages. Akaashi kept his eyes down. For every time Akaashi would witness this, his mind would repeat one phrase, whether he wanted to hear it or not. Akaashi closed his eyes and sighed, swaying absentmindedly in his step, opening his eyes just in time to swiftly avoid colliding with someone. He stared at Bokuto with his lips parted, as if he were going to speak, but ended up speechless. Kuroo didn't seem surprised in the slightest. He understood where Akaashi was coming from and didn't even think of holding his icy tone against him. ", "I do, but I don't want to watch it. 'All I can say is that sleeping doesn't come as easily as it used to.'. His body jerked with each sob that was torn from him, his frame curling to bring himself closer. their spirits found each other again as they moved on to "another life". Everything was neat and placed perfectly here and there, giving Akaashi's house a warm atmosphere to it. He'd realized just how rude that was, falling asleep so easily in front of a person who's biggest struggle was just that. Akaashi couldn't sleep, but it wasn't because of his unfamiliarity with Bokuto that caused this. They don't pay much attention to me anyways!". He just didn't want to accept it. 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. Akaashi frowned deeply. Imagine the looks on their faces when they see me coming in from the outside. "It's just how I am. They remained speechless in each other's company for several minutes before Bokuto actually spoke up, his voice sounding like nothing more than a mere whisper. He held it up to his ear and waited for the other line to pick up. 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. 61.7K 2.6K 3.9K. After several seconds, he'd returned to see that Bokuto had changed his position in bed entirely. Inhaling deeply, Akaashi lingered in place, then sat down in the empty seat next to Kuroo. "Relax." (See the end of the work for more notes.). Do something Akaashi closed his mouth and swallowed. Akaashi remained in place with the thought in mind that Bokuto would respect his personal space and sit a foot or two away from him, but to his apparent surprise, Bokuto leaned his head on Akaashi's shoulder and slipped an arm around him. Bokuto swallowed thickly and toyed with the Pocky in his hand. Akaashi drew in a breath, but found that he couldn't say anything. The bedsheets crumpled beneath his hands. 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. It was warm on him, certainly something that one would find comforting, but as he stirred in bed, he was certain that something was off. "So I figured if you left now You Wouldn't have to And it wouldn't h-hurt so much". Um" He scratched at his cheek, just below his eye. The other, he had no clue. "Of course." "I wanted to do s-so many things". Perplexed, Akaashi directed his full attention to Bokuto. please dont make this flop i has to rearead EVERYTHING just so that i could be in the "feels" making this video. Looking down swiftly, Akaashi's sights locked onto his hands. ], [Are you calming down? There was nothing. Ten degrees outside.". "Take a seat. The hospital AU that no body asked for, but that I took upon myself to write. "Why are you so fond of the snow, Bokuto?". Akaashi sat cross legged in the seat adjacent to Bokuto's bed. He hissed the words under his breath, openly frustrated with the situation. Please play on the highest quality possibleToday, February 3, Bokuto Koutarou's death anniversary.This edit is just based on the fanfic, so don't worry, Boku. Once again, that crippling spell took hold of him, and Akaashi couldn't move, nor could he speak. He started on his way without so much as a second glance in the other's direction. "I see." This one.". It was a dreary place for him, a place he was not fond of, but a place he was obligated to visit. A shiver racked Akaashi, causing the hairs on the back of his neck to stand. Often times, however, Akaashi would disagree with his parents, unhappy with the suggestions they'd given him. Still, he continued. He'd usually ask yes or no questions, ones that were easy for Bokuto to answer with a nod or shake of the head. He had to be. Bokuto replied, lifting his head. Forcing a smile of his own, Akaashi tilted his head only slightly. The black haired male looked up from his hands. Tokyo needs a little more snow now and then. This might be confusing, but that's immediately what I thought. Akaashi didn't even have to see his face to know that Bokuto was beaming. Akaashi felt that his words were a bit bitter, but he had no other way of telling Bokuto the truth. We're friends." "You don't. Keep it cool. How old is Bokuto and Akaashi? He couldn't sleep because of his honest fascination with him. ", "Well if you've watched it seven times then why not watch it an eighth time? Thank you for reading, it means a lot that you've read through my work! When he had, however, instead of shutting his phone off and trying to force a few hours of sleep upon himself, Akaashi stared at the phone screen longingly, and read the last messages that were sent between them. You've got all the right to sleep". Because of the nightmare? It almost sounded as if Bokuto were talking to himself. I never meant to drag you into my life". "Shut up." A cool breeze passed through the garden just then, and in the distance, Bokuto held on tight to the burgundy knit scarf around his neck to keep warm. Heavy raindrops pelted against the window as Bokuto's frantic sounds filled the room. He instead allowed his actions to speak for him. He thought the video had gone by too quickly, but it had actually lasted a little under thirty seconds. Bokuto kept silent. "He's a bit more of An ass, to say the least." He tried to hide his grin with his hand, but it was still visible from the gaps between his fingers. Though is was delayed, Akaashi moved on instinct and sat near Kuroo. 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. "I Don't Usually text," Akaashi murmured. He was happy that he'd admitted those words. He placed a hand on his broad back and rubbed gently, hoping to comfort him and to be the stronger of the two. Surely enough, snow was falling, and in chunks too, but this did not grasp Bokuto's attention. His breathing was heavy, his heart rate quicker than usual; Akaashi could feel his heart pounding in his throat, making it difficult to swallow. He instead continued to stare in Akaashi's direction with hopeful eyes. Pretty much the only thing wrong with me is that I can't sleep!]. His hand trembled harder with each passing second, as if the movement would cause Bokuto to wake up. Bokuto didn't move much. Akaashi's eyebrows knit together. This is why I never read Major Character Death. You shouldn't be-". by hatsumix. [Uh, sure. He kept his eyes half-lidded and his movements reserved, clinging onto the false hope that Bokuto wasn't moving because he didn't want to wake him. He stood there, hesitant, uninterested, indifferent. Surprised, Akaashi gave Bokuto his attention again. Bokuto held out his own, eager to see if it were true. He did the only thing that he could and nodded again, then closed his eyes, and slightly turned his head away. He wouldn't show this, but Kuroo's words had hit him harder than he could ever imagine. Kuroo." He'd brought along a volleyball of his own, just in case they weren't provided with any. A hand reached up to push through his own messy locks. Bokuto stared at Akaashi, his features having gone from disappointed to unaccepting. Pursing his lips, Akaashi let his head fall back into the pillows. All he had to offer was a, "The pleasure is mine," before moving forward to try and usher Bokuto back into his room. Staring down wide-eyed at the floor of the hospital room, Bokuto fought to find words. He swallowed thickly and looked out the window. He kept himself against Bokuto and held onto him with what little strength he had left in him. "And that's Kenma for you" Kuroo groaned as he repositioned himself in bed, and then he smiled. To this, Bokuto's arm fell and rested lightly on his stomach. He could feel his heartbeat thumping hard against his chest, as if it wanted to break free. His breathing evened out and in no time, he could feel himself slipping, slowly, into the warm grasp of sleep, unable to resist. They shared the same navy blue knit blanket and huddled up beneath it, keeping each other warm in the best way that they could. Are you checking out?". He made it home without so much as a hello to his parents who sat in the living room. Akaashi was glad. After a moment, quietly, he spoke. An 'It's alright,' could be heard from behind him, but it soon faded as Akaashi continued forward. Bokuto didn't allow him to finish his sentence as he embraced Akaashi suddenly. Now on to another one I have noticed. Akaashi forced a smile. He kept his breathing controlled and steady for about forty minutes; he looked sound asleep, but was actually drifting between the real world and the dream realm. Akaashi didn't say another word afterwards. 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. It never failed to comfort Akaashi. Guessing quickly, Akaashi muttered, "One?". He swallowed thick, and turned his head to stare out the window again. Kuroo finally left the room after four minutes or so, having forgotten that he was supposed to leave in the first place. "I spoke to Kuroo most of the time, so it doesn't count.". Not me llorando a la 1am por culpa de esto. "I'm very bad at measuring time now, too, if you haven't noticed. Akaashi murmured the words and looked Bokuto up and down. He wears a white shirt and blue trousers, and is also seen wearing pyjamas in the movie when it is his bedtime. He stared at the ceiling. Akaashi eyeballed the small male for a long second, knowing that he wouldn't look up to catch him. Again, if he hadn't known any better, Akaashi would have figured that Bokuto was already fast asleep. He was kind of difficult to keep up with, and Akaashi felt like this would be a long term sort of thing. ", Turning his head, Bokuto looked at Akaashi. "You've been shivering. He kicked his legs out of bed and walked across his room to retrieve a thick blanket that sat bundled up in a rolling chair. Kenma rubbed his nose with his sleeve. Why do I let him do this? ], [No, more like the clichd kind, where you sit up in bed in a cold sweat. Bokuto's laughter died down and he closed his eyes. I think the ending is up to interpret, but this is what I thought of. Complete and utter silence befell them afterwards. I read it about a month ago and I still haven't managed to explain the plot to someone without crying XD. I was actually thinking of taking my leave soon, as well-", "What? "I'll get us some water." Akaashi inhaled quietly. He spoke to Akaashi as if he hadn't had a friend to text in years. Akaashi turned away and frowned. "You're sick, you need medical attention. "Thank you." [Nightmare? Judging by his still trembling hands, he knew he wasn't. Someone with DID has multiple, distinct personalities. "Of course! Stretching out a trembling arm, Akaashi took hold of Bokuto's hand. Bokuto stuck his head out of the window slightly and kept it there as the snowflakes fell all around him. He didn't want to talk to anyone. His eyelids drooping and then snapping open again, Bokuto made a small sound. He tried to open his mouth to say them, but he performed another action instead. 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.