Bokuto power walked ahead, obligating Akaashi to catch up to him with a quickened pace, whether he wanted to or not. "So, how was it, watching the movie for the thousandth time?" Wincing, Akaashi turned his head away. He was glad that Akaashi found company in him. "" Bokuto looked up to stare out the window again. Akaashi leaned back in his seat. "I don't like to see him like that, either. 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. ", "It passed." [I'm well, thank you Just catching up on some volleyball things], [VOLLEYBALL?! Bokuto's answer was delayed. In seconds, his hand was calm again. He turned his head in the opposite direction, facing Akaashi now. 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 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. Akaashi nodded once, and that was all that Bokuto needed to hear before he ran off to retrieve the ball. But during the other two nights, he surely did make the effort to try and lull himself to sleep, but each time he did, he either found himself stirring awake from a strange dream, or lying wide awake in the middle of the night, half expecting to receive a message from Bokuto. I see." 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. ], [They think I'm interning. Akaashi pressed play, and a video of Kuroo started to play. His eyes read. Akaashi entered his room and shut the door behind Bokuto. He squeezed Akaashi, mashing him closer until he could barely breathe. (Not my story all credits goes to LittleLuxray on ao3) So I'll just say bye for him! Bokuto knew this, and now Akaashi did, too. I'm trying to detach myself. What sat upon the screen was not what he thought it would be, but rather A simple compliment. "Do you want to watch a movie?". But he wasn't, then." "You seem to have grown more attached to that Pocky stick than me". He eyed the blonde one for quite a while. Bokuto stared at Akaashi sharply. "He does. Bokuto's disembodied laughter rang throughout the garden, as if to prove Kenma right. He stared at the ceiling. ", "When I said that it would be a tough mess for them to clean up" Akaashi sounded genuinely confused. Akaashi frowned deeply. With this, he raised a quivering hand and his index finger. Having been neck deep in his own sorrows, Kuroo was blind to Akaashi's. Everything was neat and placed perfectly here and there, giving Akaashi's house a warm atmosphere to it. It was moments like these that made Akaashi realize just how much of an innocent soul Bokuto really was. 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 . Absolutely not. The title for the movie that Bokuto and Akaashi watched in the fanfic "In Another Life" is "Cloud Atlas". Bokuto stared at Akaashi, his features having gone from disappointed to unaccepting. It was then that Bokuto's eyes blinked in realization, and slowly but surely, he moved his lips to answer. His frustration slowly faded, and all that was left behind upon his pale face was a look of defeat. He held his breath, then proceeded to ask again. A subtle, gentle sound. 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. "My parents aren't home.". He brought his hand down to his side. A small thumb rubbed at the system's screen to remove a smudge. He was paler than before, and the bags under his eyes were darker. " Is that why you came here? "I know you're fond of that movie." Kind of confusing, but good. He would have to close Bokuto's blinds and take his mind off of it somehow. He understood how that would be alarming to some people. But three hours can also feel like seven minutes. He just didn't want to accept it. i'm in spain but the s is silent. 299K 5.7K 29.5K. I'm not quite sure if he dies from a heartbreak or not though, trying to find that out for myself. Strange. "I've been cooped up in this place for too long. I like to think of this as the, of course, depression part of his Bipolar. Been here for about Four weeks now." They both seemed to be the same height, but Akaashi couldn't help but realize that Bokuto looked just a bit smaller. Bokuto closed his eyes after that, one hand resting on the side of his head. "Do you think you can toss to me?". "Ah. It was the only normal thing to do, considering how he was the one who was suffering from said disease. It almost sounded as if Bokuto were talking to himself. The sound of someone cautiously moving their arm when they didn't wish to wake someone. Akaashi's eyes widened. Slowly, he reached a hand out and closed it over the twitching one, his four fingers fitting into Bokuto's 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 . He instead allowed his actions to speak for him. You never miss a day Don't your parents ever ask why you come here so much? It wasn't necessarily a bow. Thick, white eyebrows raised above yellow hues. "Please hold onto it, Bokuto.". I thought you fell asleep.]. Work Search: Bokuto swallowed thickly and toyed with the Pocky in his hand. He'd realized just how rude that was, falling asleep so easily in front of a person who's biggest struggle was just that. Taking the ball in his hands, Akaashi aimed for the approximate location as to where Bokuto would spike the ball. "Hi." It was cold. Before then, he would normally lose several pounds a week, but ever since the night he'd snuck out, his weight loss could only be described as alarming. At the very least, definitely one of the most impactful. "What are you doing?". I'll be sure to bring my laptop when I visit. Akaashi stepped to the side. "What? Bokuto's spirits fell, his frown deep. "Keep in touch, Akaashi.". It was cold and shook in short bursts. Akaashi felt his chest rise. Seeing this display unfold before him, Akaashi could barely think. He swallowed thickly and looked out the window. It was an awful thing to do, but Akaashi knew full well that none of it was intentional on Bokuto's part. He swore without a filter. From: Kuroo (Sent January 31st at 2:25 PM), [Things could be better. Akaashi managed to say, staring out into the distance. He turned his head to get a clear look at Bokuto's face, but instantly wished he hadn't. "You were out for about an hour.". His heart beat a mile a minute, he found it difficult to swallow, and one of his legs bounced up and down rapidly. He turned his head weakly, and his body along with it. He held his face against the corpse's neck, just beneath the jawline, breathing in all that was left of Bokuto. "Akaashi?" Use it.". It was very unsettling. Pretty much the only thing wrong with me is that I can't sleep!]. He, too, did not intend on showing up to any funeral. That night, he dreamt of the first night Bokuto had come over his home. He didn't seem like one to say goodbye or hello for that matter, so both Akaashi and Bokuto didn't pay any mind to it. ", Once Akaashi realized what Kuroo was talking about, he instantly felt his spirits fall. Akaashi asked sincerely. His head rested on mine with the weight of someone's who's unconscious.". Show him a movie or play a game with him that would result in him to calm down quickly. Bokuto gazed at Akaashi, almost in wonder. Our teams would face each other often. It was the last word Kuroo murmured before he stared forward as well, having nothing more to say. "How many words are there? He held it up to his ear and waited for the other line to pick up. I've heard a lot about you in the short hour that I've been here.". Sleeping didn't come as easy as it used to. He just breathed now. Because of that fact that this is set in a world where Bokuto and Akaashi haven't met, you get to read their realationship develop, and honsesty it only makes it that much more painful to read. Cloud Atlas so much.". His face still wore the same shade of red, but he no longer minded this. His only other choice was to lie there and accept whatever it was the IV liquid had to offer him. He looked around and moved his fingers, trying to make out a phone. "I'm Holding it now.". He wanted nothing to do with it. "How insensitive of me" He furrowed his brow, mentally scolding himself. He didn't want to. I never meant to drag you into my life". His head was cocked back as he surveyed the gym. He stared up at Akaashi with that smile that never seemed to fade. "I heard the doctors talking. He looked in Akaashi's direction. Swiftly, Akaashi closed the window, having gathered just enough snow off the edge for him to show to Bokuto. "Yeah, I'm-," He turned his head, "Is there someone in there?" Another laugh. "You can sit anywhere." It's a little too late for that, Bokuto." Bokuto knew this, and now Akaashi did, too. They were still wrapped up in whatever conversation they were having. He was happy where he was. Akaashi, don't give him a hard time, or you and I are going to fucking fight.". "Koutarou Why do you watch me like that?" Akaashi yanked his hands away and stared at Bokuto. But even if he has, that's not what I meant." Akaashi watched as one of Bokuto's hands twitched involuntarily, and to his dismay, it wouldn't stop. "Would you like for him to send a photo?". Akaashi looked down the hall. He managed a feeble shrug and turned to continue on with the movie that he'd watched for the thirtieth time already. He studied the small needle that was lodged into Bokuto's forearm, eyed the thin tube that was attached to this, and followed it up to the bag of IV fluid that hung above his head. It was no doubt that he was larger than Akaashi, but that didn't stop him from fitting in just right. 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. No one could hear me. Devastation weighed down on Akaashi in that instant. 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. Um" He scratched at his cheek, just below his eye. "Insomnia." Akaashi couldn't help but smile back at him. 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. He wanted to rid himself of this feeling, rid himself of this silence, so he searched his mind in haste for any word that came to mind. Partly be-cause I was too afraid to read up on it. "You're sick, you need medical attention. He removed his slippers and waited at the entrance for his friend to enter. He studied the back of Bokuto's head, eying the messy strands of black and white hair that overlapped each other. Finding a breath between his laughter, Akaashi managed to speak. 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. Two hours had passed since their last words towards each other, yet Akaashi still lay awake in bed. So then why was he so cheerful about his entire situation? He pat the empty space next to him animatedly. "I look Like shit, I know.". There was no hiding it. He sighed. Frankly speaking, it had no affect on him in the slightest. I don't want to read them. It squeezed him, threatening to crush him from the inside out. Akaashi beckoned for his visitor. One of the voices belonged to Bokuto. "You know Um" He looked down and rubbed his neck roughly, leaving behind deep, red marks. It would hurt if he did. He whispered softly, his voice shaking in his throat. All he cared about was the fact that Bokuto was still with him, next to him, breathing, alive. Akaashi cast a weary look in Bokuto's direction, gave a nod, and continued on his way until he was out of the building. An exhausted breath left him, and Akaashi finally fell asleep. All he could do was watch in muted anguish as Bokuto finally accepted what had become of his short lived life. As much as it infuriated him, he knew that Bokuto wasn't going to go anywhere unless he let him into his home first. "Akaashi Keiji." ], [No, he can't. "I did" He paused for a moment. I was sobbing so hard at the end I legit thought I was going to pass out. "Me too" Bokuto's eyes never left Akaashi. He could feel Bokuto's chin rubbing against the top of his head, like it always did. He needed something anything to say to Bokuto, just so that he could liberate himself of the horrid feeling that threatened to overtake him. He's going to be fine. Bokuto curled in on himself and pushed his hands into his hood pocket. He placed a hand on his broad back and rubbed gently, hoping to comfort him and to be the stronger of the two. "Get over here." "Please, it will only take a second. Slipping his head down to Bokuto's chest, Akaashi leaned against his frail frame. No one was bothered by him, so there he stood. "Fucking bullshit." "This is Kuroo, a close friend of mine. He furrowed his brow and exhaled heavily, his eyes looking down. Akaashi's head slumped to the side, in Bokuto's direction. But Kuroo insisted." Akaashi could feel a weak, ailing arm pull itself up to rest upon his shoulder. He was extremely pale, and somehow thinner than before, but he kept that same smile on his face. Kuroo leaned forward and joined his hands together. ", "Don't think so. Bokuto's automatic reaction to the warmth was to curl his fingers around Akaashi's grasp. He could sense the heavy amount of reluctance in each movement that Bokuto's hand carried out. Sho is shown to be a quiet and very polite boy. So whenever he went silent, an unwelcomed feeling of discomfort found its home within Akaashi. i also really appreciated their dialogue and certain scenes they had together (when they play volleyball + when he sneaks out to visit + seeing the snow + "you are beautiful" through the notes app). Sometimes when I blink you aren't there anymore" Bokuto rubbed one of his eyes, then the other, and let his hand drop to his sides. ", "It's more than that!" Bokuto kept silent. Sleeping. "I barely ever see it." "If you would please listen." As much as he didn't want to believe it, Akaashi wanted so badly to help. Sucking his teeth, Bokuto pulled the blanket up to just beneath his chin. Bokuto would wince and snap back to reality the way someone would when they dreamt they were falling. "Come on" Akaashi reached a hand out to help Bokuto to his feet. Unconsciously, his hand grasped Akaashi's own, and he dragged it down with his lack of strength, causing both of them to startle. It was so weak and feeble, it could barely be heard, but it was there, and Akaashi could hear it, so that was enough for Bokuto. He pushed the chair away and found Bokuto's side in bed. The disappointment in his voice was clear. Bokuto's breathing was quiet, and his hand never really remained still for a long time. Kuroo's the heavier one. You don't have to say it now if you don't want to.". He hung his head and tried to keep his crying controlled in the best way possible, but this proved to be very difficult as sobs broke out of him, causing his entire being to shake. "So How are you taking all of this, if I may ask? Akaashi sat up and placed his phone on the counter. His frustration was unmasked. There, he parted the glass slightly. 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. He found that speaking was taking much more energy than he thought. He'd never received a faster response in his life. "What was the dream about?". The bright light caused him to squint as he read the message. He pushed his negative thoughts aside and sat himself down in bed, right next to Bokuto. He looked at the message Bokuto had sent him the night before. 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 was just thinking." He looked down, his hair hanging over his face. All he had to do was talk to someone, and in an instant, they would be involved in Bokuto's lively shenanigans once again. Looking back to Bokuto, he was relieved to see that he still had his attention on the window. Curiosity had sparked within him. "It's nice to meet you, Kozume. Not in front of Bokuto. ], [Are you calming down? All he had to offer was a, "The pleasure is mine," before moving forward to try and usher Bokuto back into his room. So when they say they found each other, I think it means that Bokuto found Akaashi even after he died, and Akaashi knew it was really Bokuto in his dream, so he found Bokuto. He understood where Akaashi was coming from and didn't even think of holding his icy tone against him. Bokuto looked exhausted beyond belief, yet there he stood, excited to make his way to the gymnasium. Akaashi flinched. "When have you ever tried to make a joke? Bokuto would've taken an hour. "Yeah, but Do You think it will snow soon? "I don't Know much about this Disease. Here too" His voice was weaker than before, if possible. "It's just A slow, downhill ride f-from here. The condition can cause memory loss, delusions or depression. Akaashi groaned softly and covered his face. All he cared about was the fact that Bokuto Koutarou was still there. "So Three hours is nothing." Not great, but alright. He would have laughed if he could. "But" Akaashi shocked himself with that one word. Bokuto captured it all, and in no time, he found himself laughing too. I knew how the book would end but i still cried. He was slow to speak up again, but did either way. Bokuto asked aloud, finally pulling his hands from his hood pockets. He wanted healthy friends that he could talk to on a regular basis, not one sick friend who he'd have to invest personal and emotional time into. Kuroo froze. "I'm fine." I'll have to watch it again.". His hands picked at the small lint rolls that stuck to his sheet. Emerald eyes searched Bokuto's own for an honest answer. A subreddit about the volleyball manga written by Furudate Haruichi, Haikyuu!! Akaashi's eyes widened, his emotions now falling victim to a strange mix of fear and fury. ], [I know! He instead continued to stare in Akaashi's direction with hopeful eyes. ", "I Don't know." Akaashi squeezed his hands together to keep them from shaking uncontrollably. Why is that? Akaashi stuffed the sheets into his bag. 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. It wasn't like Bokuto to question what he said in such a straightforward fashion. Kuroo asked with a hushed tone. Thank you for reading, it means a lot that you've read through my work! Seeing you smile, those amber eyes and your laughs. He pressed pause on his PSP and tapped one end of it against his open palm. 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. "I wonder if Bokuto knows about all of this." Akaashi's chortling had been dragged out for a few seconds longer before he, too, quieted down. He was paler than the others who walked along in the halls, and soft, dark circles sat under his eyes. I know I don't have much time left." [I must have texted you while you were asleep!]. Bokuto nodded once more. "Of course I don't. Reading it at 3am didn't help either because I was just crying in front of my phone screen until the sun rose. The words left his mouth reluctantly. He turned his phone so that it was facing him, opened his eyes, and read the three words that would haunt him forever. "You tremble when it's seventy degrees in the room. Bokuto didn't respond. "He's here? 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. ", Bokuto glanced at him. He was trying to tell Akaashi something else. Akaashi watched closely as Bokuto mouthed and typed the name. Kuroo's voice was reserved and reluctant. Akaashi closed his eyes against him. He was much like Akaashi, sitting on the same side of the bed, a good distance apart from his visitor. At one point in his dream, Akaashi looked out the window. Because of the nightmare? "I don't want to." Bokuto's movements were late to this, but he reacted nonetheless as he turned Akaashi's way to touch his chin to the top of his head. "Sh-shut up, Akaashi" He breathed in deeply, frustrated with himself and the gradual growth of his speech impediment, but continued on. That would be nice. Which makes this review sound negative, BUT!! That had been the fifth time that month where Akaashi had to tear himself out of another nightmare. He wanted to know if it was real or not. To this, Bokuto's arm fell and rested lightly on his stomach.
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