He glowered at nothing in particular. He turned his attention back to the only other in the room. ", "It's more than that!" He found it much too difficult to say no to Bokuto, but it had to be done. There was no hiding it. "Nope." His eyes looked down at Bokuto's hands. He felt the gentlest of taps against his arm, and he turned his head to meet eyes that were as concerned as they were exhausted. He tried to aim for it at the very least, but found it difficult to. Despite him being the one who asked, Bokuto held onto it tightly. You? On occasion, one or two would land on him, and he would draw his hand in quickly to try and see if he could make out the small pattern on them. Akaashi kept his eyes down. It took a moment for Bokuto to respond, but after some time, he managed some words. Despite this, Bokuto was still close enough for their arms to touch. He stood there, hesitant, uninterested, indifferent. He watched as Bokuto's smile faded instantly, his eyes having gone from half lidded to wide in a second. He stared at him intently and watched every move he made, to the point where this had captured Akaashi's attention. "What are you smiling at?" He couldn't look at his face. His head slumped against his shoulder, and both his hands rested on his stomach. It took every fiber of his being to keep his voice from trembling. There's a storm coming. He continued to stare on as he talked. 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. Seeing you smile, those amber eyes and your laughs. Akaashi looked at his phone to read the sentence. "So Three hours is nothing." Bokuto missed Akaashi's set twelve times. People walked by him, around him, up and down the halls, to and fro, but no one seemed to notice him. The words were barely a whisper, and they came without warning. It still smelled like him. From the background of the video, a low voice could be heard. I was the only one willing to give it to him." "What is it? I never said that I was.". I wish I could sleep like that again.". " Are you here to see Bokuto Koutarou?" Bokuto lay there glass-eyed, his welled up tears glinting in the dim lighting of the room. He must have looked it up at some point, right? 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 jogged downstairs, slipped his shoes on, and was out the door in seconds, making his way down the familiar route to the hospital. 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. Why must I always run into the strange ones? 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. He opened it and pulled one out. He looked up, and his gaze found Bokuto's. Asking around here and there, the male put little to no effort in finding out where he could go to sign up for what. It was a dreary place for him, a place he was not fond of, but a place he was obligated to visit. Don't you have it in your laptop? After that night, things had only gone downhill from then. He waves goodbye to his sister, shuts the door, and then walks to school, taking in a breath of the cool morning air. Akaashi shared a bench with Kenma. Akaashi nodded once, and that was all that Bokuto needed to hear before he ran off to retrieve the ball. And even if he could speak, he wouldn't have been able to talk for long considering the state he was in. He hated how difficult it had become for him to tell apart the real things from the fake ones. The words echoed in Akaashi's head, as if they'd been spoken aloud. The condition can cause memory loss, delusions or depression. DID is usually caused by past trauma. Once the second sob had left him, he felt himself spiraling. It had been so long since he'd heard something so loud. He'd usually ask yes or no questions, ones that were easy for Bokuto to answer with a nod or shake of the head. "So I guess I am pretty good at being funny. This would have me to conclude that he had Bipolar 1, or possibly Cyclothymia Disorder, which has brief periods of mania and depression. He then turned his attention to Akaashi. It took a moment for Bokuto to focus on him. It had been some time since Akaashi set foot into that hospital. There anymore? The hospital AU that no body asked for, but that I took upon myself to write. I finished this months ago but it still hurts and just thinking about it makes me cry. He's sick. Kuroo froze. 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. He knew that once they found out, they would take Bokuto away from him. Kuroo finally left the room after four minutes or so, having forgotten that he was supposed to leave in the first place. I guess I can wait that long. "It's not like I would've made any noise," Bokuto all but shouted, following after him. Those honey-hued eyes took in all that they could of Akaashi's laughing face. In no time, Akaashi is ready and prepared for school. "Ah, I've finally said something funny." He made it home without so much as a hello to his parents who sat in the living room. Hesitating for only a second, he reached his hand out and took the device into his hands. He took his time, the thought of removing it killing him faster than the disease itself. He swallowed thickly. He smelled sort of like a hospital. Playing off of this, Akaashi texted for Kuroo to send an image of himself for Bokuto to see. I, personally, don't cry at a lot of stuff (I just feel sad), and it's different from person to person. "There is no known cure, huh?" He had no interest in staying where he was. From: Bokuto (Sent July 29th at 11:56 PM). Akaashi shifted in his seat, now timid. Kuroo spoke to him, and Akaashi listened and often responded. "So How are you taking all of this, if I may ask? 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. He wanted to know if it was real or not. He used to be bigger than Kuroo, but now he's the one who's smaller. You really are straightforward, aren't you? The sound of someone cautiously moving their arm when they didn't wish to wake someone. Kuroo panned the phone to his side, and a blurred Kenma came into focus on screen. Bokuto stared off in the distance from beyond the net, his face carrying a confused expression. Slowly but gradually, Akaashi's heart rate picked up. He looked to the lower right corner of the screen. "Do you think you can toss to me?". "Don't be sorry." 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 . and inhaled with frailty. Sometimes I think I'm funny. They felt mandatory now. Akaashi stepped in and turned his head. ", "When I said that it would be a tough mess for them to clean up" Akaashi sounded genuinely confused. Bokuto doesn't do well with those", "Ah" Kuroo looked at the ceiling, as if he would be able to see the clouds from there. It had been some time since Akaashi set foot into that hospital. ", Turning his head, Bokuto looked at Akaashi. He leaned his chin against the palm of his hand and chortled. He almost couldn't find his voice, but when he did, he tried his best to keep it from shaking. ", Bokuto pulled away to face his smirking friend. 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. 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. While we've done our best to make the core functionality of this site accessible without javascript, it will work better with it enabled. Akaashi's head slumped to the side, in Bokuto's direction. I've just got something to take care of, but I'll be sure to visit you tomorrow.". After three sets, there was another hit, and another cheer from the former ace. "It's your house. All he had to offer was a, "The pleasure is mine," before moving forward to try and usher Bokuto back into his room. That had been the fifth time that month where Akaashi had to tear himself out of another nightmare. He quickly got up from the bed and walked off. 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. Out in the dead of night stood Bokuto, with the burgundy knit scarf around his neck, a jacket, jeans, and slippers. But in the end, I couldn't move. Bokuto's eyes did the familiar light up thing as he bounded into Akaashi's home. He looked up, gazed at Akaashi past his bleached blonde bangs, and straightened his back in the slightest way possible. Kind of confusing, but good. "Fatal Familial Insomnia? He lost the ability to walk a little more than a week ago. Akaashi almost smiled. "I Don't Usually text," Akaashi murmured. Three times, Bokuto jolted awake involuntarily, and three times, he covered his eyes with his forearm and heaved a quiet sigh. Um" He scratched at his cheek, just below his eye. They sat heavily in the pit of his stomach, churning and pestering him, urging him to throw up. He pulled himself closer to Bokuto, and nudged his face into the warmth of his neck. To not be able to sleep?". "Of course! "All the people who've contracted this disease eventually die within a year or less" This part was read aloud. "" Bokuto looked up to stare out the window again. He found it strange, how Bokuto was the one . Even if it's just a little bit." What is it?" Akaashi sighed and lazily dragged his finger along the d-pad. His thumb aimlessly hovered over the keyboard, thinking of what to type. He looked down at Bokuto as he said this, and glanced away soon after. I couldn't put Bokuto through all of that. Press question mark to learn the rest of the keyboard shortcuts. He left the room quickly, leaving Bokuto by his lonesome. He felt his heart rate accelerate, and his throat tightened as his vision blurred. Bokuto held out his own, eager to see if it were true. You like volleyball too?! "My parents aren't home.". 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. 75. No one. He'd only spoken to Kuroo once before, and they barely exchanged any words. At the very least, definitely one of the most impactful. As Akaashi lay there, quiet, listening to Bokuto's strained breathing, he opened his mouth to speak. 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. "How are you feeling, Koutarou?". He recoiled with a grunt. Akaashi beckoned for his visitor. His green eyes then fell to study his paling skin; his veins were easily noticeable now, and they bulged from beneath his flesh whenever he moved. His head eased into his pillow, and to his surprise, within a matter of minutes, he could feel himself slipping. He was the only person who could get him through those horrible moments, after all. Bokuto swatted Akaashi's hands away. "Setter. He must have been. Still, he continued to talk. I thought it was what you wanted". Though he'd been dressed in normal, casual clothing, upon further examination, there was indeed something sickly about him. He furrowed his brow and exhaled heavily, his eyes looking down. "No, no, no, no-" He pulled away from the windowsill and ran out of his room, straight downstairs and to the front door. I mean, will they let you out of the hospital? His head was down and his fingers moved swiftly over the buttons on the gaming device that he held in his hands. His movements were uncoordinated and slow, and the only sounds he could manage were meek and most of the time inaudible. This includes Bokuto and Akaashi, as you already may know. He only bundled himself up in the sheets that surrounded him. His tired eyes were on Akaashi. In his silence, Bokuto wept to himself, fat tears rolling down his cheeks in numbers. 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. They were thin and bony, and he could see those smooth blue veins curling over the bones beneath his flesh. I've seen enough." His hands twitched once, and he moved closer, leaning into Bokuto's touch. "Please, it will only take a second. please dont make this flop i has to rearead EVERYTHING just so that i could be in the "feels" making this video. ", Akaashi's eyes squinted to the words, and he leaned forward in shock. "It's freezing." Pursing his lips timidly, Akaashi ceased to speak. You don't look like shit." "I thought you were waiting for the snow. By the time that movie ends, it'll be six. Bokuto asked aloud, finally pulling his hands from his hood pockets. Posted by: Category: Sem categoria . His eyes where set forward. "I hope you don't mind me sleeping." Not after this. All I have to say is that this fucking broke me. "When have you ever tried to make a joke? He held onto the IV stand with one hand and Akaashi's hand with his other as he hobbled over to the window. That familiar feeling of dread was rising from deep within him, something Akaashi wanted to forget. "Akaashi? Akaashi did not give him time to react to this as he moved closer still, and when he was close enough, he lowered his head to lean it on Bokuto's shoulder. When you're around him, you help him forget.". That was six days ago. His eyes read. ], [Are you calming down? "I spiked it perfectly just now! Shut him out, don't let him in. He pushed the chair away and found Bokuto's side in bed. Akaashi, don't give him a hard time, or you and I are going to fucking fight.". But as each second passed, Akaashi could feel his own pain building up more and more within him. He was cool to the touch colder than most. Bokuto beamed at him with a smile that spoke a thousand words, and his hand reached out to touch Akaashi's cheek. "If it isn't too much trouble, may I come over?". Akaashi looked down and away from Bokuto, then back to the window. Without hesitation, he ran across the court to retrieve the ball. He instead allowed his actions to speak for him. "What if they've already found out? Why had the sickly one taken a sudden liking to him? He wore a grimace upon his reddened face. At some point during their walk home from the gym, Akaashi had agreed for Bokuto to spend the night at his house. Akaashi figured it was safe to say that Bokuto had already begun to pull Kenma back in. Chloe was three years old when she became Chloe Holden, but her adoption didn't scar her, and she's had a great life. Bokuto turned his head to catch another look out the window. "You can sit anywhere." Storms trigger them.". He turned his head and met Akaashi's gaze with weary, well rested eyes. It worried him enough to get some words out of him. No words were exchanged for a moment, and soon, the short amount of silence had become awkward. "I see." In time, Kuroo and Kenma found that it was time for them to make their way back home. Akaashi glanced in the direction of where Bokuto was staring. Sarayu Suni - In Another Life: Bokuto's POV Lyrics - Genius "I didn't think you were going to make it today." I was just thinking." Akaashi heaved a sigh. what disease did, bokuto have in another life Partly be-cause I was too afraid to read up on it. He dug his thumb nail into the side of his index finger and returned his gaze to Bokuto. Our teams would face each other often. "Let's go then. He turned his head to get a clear look at Bokuto's face, but instantly wished he hadn't. ], [I would hope so. He pulled a mock cool expression, but this was cut short as someone else spoke up. 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. Very much." "I'm Holding it now.". Unnerved, he spoke up again. Minutes passed, and in time, Akaashi could feel Bokuto relaxing against him, the signs of fatigue finally wearing him down. In no time, Bokuto was standing in front of Akaashi, eager in every way to make it to the gymnasium. A puff of smoke came from him as he exhaled. "Why do you watch me like that?" "Of course." "It did at first, when I didn't understand why. I'm not quite sure if he dies from a heartbreak or not though, trying to find that out for myself. It wasn't necessarily a bow. He was nothing more than a blanket with a head. "Get back into bed. He brought a hand up to push through his black hair, and slowly, his head fell forward. It was the only normal thing to do, considering how he was the one who was suffering from said disease. No one was around." Obeying with hesitance, Bokuto shifted towards Akaashi and lay against him, fitting into the curve of his arm. "Hi." Stop asking already. Several flakes had gathered on the outstretched limb, but they were not quick to melt. "Well, even if you wanted to, I wouldn't have an answer for you." The reflection of ending movie credits could be seen in Akaashi's eyes as they scrolled up along the screen of his laptop. He took several steps back to prepare himself for the toss.