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 twisted his fingers and pursed his lips, wary of what Kuroo would say next. We can watch Cloud Atlas again. "Wait, what? "Are you here every day?". ", "I Don't know." by hatsumix. Bokuto talked quietly in response to Kenma, gave a nod, and smiled. It's very good. He dreamt of how Bokuto had buried himself into the navy blue blanket to watch the movie that played on the laptop screen, and how he held Bokuto in his arms that night to aid him in his attempt to sleep. Shifting in his seat, Bokuto pulled himself closer to Akaashi, one hand grasping the blanket that had been given to him. "Nope." Bokuto nodded once more. The words echoed in Akaashi's head, as if they'd been spoken aloud. "Why do you watch me like that?" Kenma rubbed his nose with his sleeve. "Sh-shut up, Akaashi" He breathed in deeply, frustrated with himself and the gradual growth of his speech impediment, but continued on. It never failed to comfort Akaashi. Keeping his eyes closed, Akaashi took in the feeling of this. Akaashi stirred in bed slightly and let out a weak grunt. Akaashi pulled a solemn face and closed the laptop. 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. Akaashi turned away and frowned. He flinched and pulled his hand away to stare at the screen. "It's just how I am. His face looked both shocked and exhausted at the same time. "I hadn't noticed that one was rolling in." Akaashi sighed and lazily dragged his finger along the d-pad. Bokuto missed Akaashi's set twelve times. He left the room quickly, leaving Bokuto by his lonesome. as well as Bokuto moved closer to where Akaashi was standing, all the while still sitting in bed. 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. Akaashi would also murmur quiet things to him from time to time, to keep up a small, often one sided conversation. Akaashi's chortling had been dragged out for a few seconds longer before he, too, quieted down. DID is usually caused by past trauma. Why did he want to know his name? He wasn't too sure why. It's a long movie, and I've watched it about seven times already. But no matter how much he worried for him, Akaashi continued on their way to the window at a slow and steady pace until they finally made it. Bokuto had nothing more to say after that. Akaashi frowned. "Akaashi?" Akaashi knew this. Perplexed, Akaashi directed his full attention to Bokuto. "I know that I'm unbearable. The soft touch of Akaashi's hair against his chin comforted Bokuto, and pulled him into a relaxed state. More than 100,000 cattle were confirmed infected. He didn't want to be the one to say no to someone who had little to nothing left in his 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. 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. (Not my story all credits goes to LittleLuxray on ao3) "He does. 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 here to see Bokuto Koutarou?" His hands rested on his stomach, the dark blanket surrounding him from behind, but slipping off just enough for his torso to be exposed. ", Akaashi's eyes squinted to the words, and he leaned forward in shock. There was almost a hint of sarcasm in his voice. "Then let's go!" He pulled the thick blanket over himself with much effort. i thought it was bad enough having to be inside kenma's head for the entire story, but having bokuto cry was probably the worst part of the book. He climbed into bed and folded one leg, pulling over his laptop to start it up. It almost sounded as if Bokuto were talking to himself. With barely an ounce of strength left, Bokuto pulled himself up a tad to get a better look outside. "I don't like to see him like that, either. Akaashi cast a weary look in Bokuto's direction, gave a nod, and continued on his way until he was out of the building. Show him a movie or play a game with him that would result in him to calm down quickly. Bokuto knew this, and now Akaashi did, too.The hospital AU that no body asked for, but that I took upon myself to write. At some point during their walk home from the gym, Akaashi had agreed for Bokuto to spend the night at his house. He exhaled through his nose and entered the hospital, greeted the woman at the front desk (who now knew him by name), and removed the scarf from around his neck. Akaashi stared at the text message and let out a shaking sigh. Bokuto knew this, and now Akaashi did, too. With a heavy heart, he spoke. It had been the same guy he'd almost bumped into Perhaps he'd remained in the hall and watched as Akaashi had gone from a brisk walk to a sudden stop. "I don't Want you to Watch me decay. "Just breathe with me.". Another breath escaped him, slow and casual, but he'd soon learned to hold his breath when he noticed another person sitting outside in the hall, several feet from the room, where visitors could spend their time. Guessing quickly, Akaashi muttered, "One?". "What's it called?" 3) Akaashi died in the end, and meets Bokuto in the afterlife. "Why did you stop so suddenly? Just then, Akaashi's lips parted in realization. The sound of someone cautiously moving their arm when they didn't wish to wake someone. He felt him move against his head in response, so he continued. He walked home that day with a balled up blanket in his arms, a burgundy scarf around his neck, and nothing more from the hospital. He found it strange, how Bokuto was the one . To the garden out in the back.". Akaashi managed the faintest of smiles. Akaashi pulled Bokuto back inside. Akaashi stared intensely at the screen, then tore his gaze away and looked back to Bokuto. People keep saying they cried at the ending but i'm just here dry eyed. Akaashi shoved his visitor lightly. "It's been over three hours, actually. He just hoped that the night wouldn't bring him any malevolent dreams. Kuroo started down the hall, Bokuto trailing after him. A subtle, gentle sound. But he wasn't, then." We also all know how Bokuto also gets really depressed (Bokuto's emo mode) in the middle of matches. i dont normally include fanfics but i read this one months ago and every time i remember it, i sob uncontrollably so i felt like it deserved a place on my profile, T-T. Is it weird to say that this is my comfort fic?? Was it bad? This story is a heart wrenching major character death story. Weakly, Akaashi parted his lips. Bokuto's automatic reaction to the warmth was to curl his fingers around Akaashi's grasp. "I come to visit and I'm barely paid attention to, but when he comes along, he's given the whole package? Not in the state that he was in. Akaashi placed the small, white compressed lump of snow into Bokuto's palm. There was definitely a storm coming his way, so Akaashi knew that Bokuto would need him. He's an okay guy. He watched as Bokuto gathered it up in his arms and threw it around himself. I recommend everyone who has the heart for it, READ THIS FIC! It's another reason why I didn't want to pay Bokuto any visits." His eyes looked down at Bokuto's hands. In the past, he'd always get sort of tense and paranoid whenever a storm would pass over head, but that was kind of it. His fingers remained stiff for quite some time as his eyes read the introductory paragraph over and over again. 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. At some time while Akaashi was spacing out, the blue blanket that surrounded Bokuto had been pulled up just below his chin, with only his arm hanging out to hold onto Akaashi's hand. A subreddit about the volleyball manga written by Furudate Haruichi, Haikyuu!! Despite this, it only seemed to make Bokuto laugh even harder. A puff of smoke came from him as he exhaled. He looked up, and his gaze found Bokuto's. "But why?" Bokuto stared at the screen with interested eyes, wondering what the content would consist of. Akaashi let out a half-assed grunt and continued to stare forward. The drastic weight loss was awful enough, but as if to add insult to injury, Bokuto's worsening condition also made it increasingly difficult for him to walk, move, and speak. "Impossible-" He pulled apart the blinds and looked down. "I used to have some insane dreams, too. "Um Bokuto? Bokuto had always been struggling to keep a positive front, but inside, he was falling apart all along. His eyes lit up, intent on informing Bokuto, but when he turned his head to get a look at him, instead of being greeted by an over enthusiastic friend, he was presented with an unfazed expression upon Bokuto's weary face. what disease did, bokuto have in another life. His face glowed the quietest shade of red, and he tried to hide it from Akaashi. He removed his slippers and waited at the entrance for his friend to enter. "Please, it will only take a second. and akaashi replies with "You found me." He was glad that Akaashi found company in him. lamar county tx property search 2 via de boleto I was so weak, and it'd gotten to the point where I could barely breath. And even if he didn't show up, he would still spend his days sending messages to Bokuto, be it text, email, or the occasional video chat. Akaashi frowned heavily as he entered the hospital. Playing off of this, Akaashi texted for Kuroo to send an image of himself for Bokuto to see. "Please toss to me again!" Stop asking already. Slowly, his yellow eyes scrolled to the side to catch Akaashi's gaze. "What? Akaashi's jaw clenched. Akaashi made sure to take a mental picture of this before he looked down and closed his eyes. He was redirecting the pain. He felt the need to keep most of his questions at bay. His thumb aimlessly hovered over the keyboard, thinking of what to type. "So I guess I am pretty good at being funny. For every time Akaashi would witness this, his mind would repeat one phrase, whether he wanted to hear it or not. so this is basically a bokuaka au where bokuto and akaashi meet at a hospital and bokuto has this disease which they haven't found a cure for yet. "Well alright Koutarou, why do you like Cloud Atlas so much?" Akaashi woke up to the feeling of sunlight against his face. After this, he would repeat the same process, paying little to no mind to the freezing cold that surrounded him. Bokuto looked down and twisted his lips to the side. "What would you have chosen to say?". He rubbed the back of his neck. "Everything you say is so straightforward. 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. He strode to him quickly, cupping the already melting snow in his hands. Akaashi took an unnoticeable step back. 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. 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. Bokuto's hallucinations had become such a part of him, that he thought the snow outside was just another mind trick. He continued to stare on as he talked. Akaashi looked down the hall. As he walked, he stared at the backs of the two men in front of him. No one likes to find out that someone they care about is sick Much less diagnosed with a disease that can't be cured.". ", "It's not." "It did at first, when I didn't understand why. It brought him back to his high school days. The disembodied voice came from off screen. My home is not a place for you to be right now. It was a dreary place for him, a place he was not fond of, but a place he was obligated to visit. Kuroo didn't seem surprised in the slightest. 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. He rubbed his hands together weakly and tilted his head to the side. People walked by him, around him, up and down the halls, to and fro, but no one seemed to notice him. The ball was tossed back to him, and again, he got back to tossing the ball for Bokuto. It took some time, but he finally answered. 299K 5.7K 29.5K. The male across from him did well in hiding the look of offense that almost surfaced upon his face. I would have Kenma say bye, too, but-" He turned his head to look around, "He left the room? 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. please dont make this flop i has to rearead EVERYTHING just so that i could be in the "feels" making this video. Pursing his lips timidly, Akaashi ceased to speak. He pushed Akaashi back this time. Things could be worse. He sighed. "Hey- Akaashi, right? He looked around and moved his fingers, trying to make out a phone. He watched as Bokuto's chest rose and fell with each breath that kept him alive. No one. Tried so hard to keep himself together, but he knew he was too weak to pull such a bluff. It still smelled like him. He tried to aim for it at the very least, but found it difficult to. I didn't hear what you said" Kenma looked up and was greeted with a front facing camera. The night sky had suddenly become a pale blue, and the warm orange glow of the sun slowly spread across the horizon. See you, Bokuto. He carried a look on his face that made him seem more sinister than sincere, and his eyes flitted from Kenma to Akaashi, and then back to Kenma. Furrowing his brow, Akaashi stared at his phone screen and lay his head down sideways. "Ha! He stared up at Akaashi with that smile that never seemed to fade. But sometimes, he wouldn't answer certain questions, despite Akaashi asking them twice. His only intention was leaving. It was the last word Kuroo murmured before he stared forward as well, having nothing more to say. "I was the team captain, and the ace." So I'll just say bye for him! Bokuto didn't respond. "All of this is so- ugh. "Watch it." The both of them didn't exchange any words after that, ending the conversation just as suddenly as it had started. He just breathed now. It took time for Akaashi's words to reach him, but when they finally did, his face lit up as he broke out in laughter. An embarrassed chuckle escaped him. I never asked." "Well, I guess that's it for now. He only sniffed on occasion, and shifted in place, but never did he say anything to oppose Akaashi's decision. It's Akaashi. He didn't look into any of the rooms. " Is that why you came here? 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. Bokuto spoke, his voice peaceful. His eyes stared forward, uninterested in the information desk several meters from him. If there was one thing that Akaashi had learned about Bokuto in the little time that he'd known him, it was that he wasn't too fond of staying locked up indoors. His voice was low. But Akaashi now couldn't find it in himself to sleep. His golden eyes searched the room for Akaashi. "Don't talk like you're not one". "That was when he learned about the disease. Kenma almost murmured the words. That toss was perfect!" It's actually snowing.". Bokuto didn't make a sound. ", "His entire body was relaxed. If you ever interact with him in even the slightest, you'll be reminded of just how good a person he really is. "I barely ever see it." "I miss you guys. He turned his head to get a clear look at Bokuto's face, but instantly wished he hadn't. Other than those things, Bokuto found it nearly impossible to stomach anything else. He looked down, his hair hanging over his face. Akaashi never knew that Bokuto was one to suddenly sulk on a dime. Bokuto's fingers touched at Akaashi's knuckles. 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. He only accepted my company. "I know you aren't going to ask, so I'll just let you know. Was he just playing the fool after all? "I don't think I want to ask about the symptoms of this illness.". He swallowed once, hoping to get rid of the lump in his throat.
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