Surprised, Akaashi gave Bokuto his attention again. ", "I get panic attacks when you're not around," Bokuto answered simple-mindedly. He tried to open his mouth to say them, but he performed another action instead. "Koutarou Why do you watch me like that?" Akaashi yanked his hands away and stared at Bokuto. Akaashi's parents were intent on having him intern in a hospital nearby, so that he could stockpile more things that would look . "Didn't that come off as remotely funny? He moved in his seat and sat straight against the head of the bed, then looked down at Bokuto. The day was exceptionally cold, but Akaashi was glad to know that the hospital's room provided enough heat to keep Bokuto from freezing over. Standing still, Akaashi remained in place for quite some time, his legs refusing to carry him further. Kenma's unconcerned tone contradicted his words, but something told Akaashi that he meant everything he was saying. Bokuto beamed at him with a smile that spoke a thousand words, and his hand reached out to touch Akaashi's cheek. (31) 3351-3382 | 3351-3272 | 3351-3141 | 3351-3371. puppies for sale in nc under 200 associe-se. Looking back to Bokuto, he was relieved to see that he still had his attention on the window. But most of the time, he only sat there and continued to watch nothing. Bokuto didn't make a sound. Swiftly, Akaashi closed the window, having gathered just enough snow off the edge for him to show to Bokuto. 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. "I told you I would" He all but murmured against Bokuto's shoulder. That familiar feeling of dread was rising from deep within him, something Akaashi wanted to forget. I'm not quite sure if he dies from a heartbreak or not though, trying to find that out for myself. haikyuulovestory, xread. So they don't mind. never reading fanfics again (probably will), *gestures vaguely* idk what to do with my life anymore i won't ever recover from this , I've cried so much, I really loved it, it had been a while since I don't cry with a book. "I mean, in your state now, it's a bit clichd, don't you think?" 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. Akaashi lifted his head and looked to his side. I won't let you go. "I wanted to do s-so many things". 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. Akaashi stared at Bokuto, opened his mouth to say something, but found that he couldn't form even one simple word. He repeated the same phrase, finding that it was difficult to search for words at the time. But for what it's worth, my name is Bokuto.". Bokuto folded his arms. Not me llorando a la 1am por culpa de esto. Heavy raindrops pelted against the window as Bokuto's frantic sounds filled the room. He'd never received a faster response in his life. "Apathy-kun." "Ah, I've finally said something funny." I didn't cry either I just assumed it was a dreamwhich i really hope it wasotherwise id be so sad, oop i thought it was like, he died and that was the vision he had before dying/was their afterlife. They asked about the blanket and the scarf, but they never asked about Bokuto. His eyes locked onto Bokuto's. ", "It's fine. "One, maybe two months at most, if I'm lucky. Been here for about Four weeks now." "I've been insensitive", A laugh bubbled out from Bokuto. They had a strange relationship, to say the least. "Keep doing what you're doing." He didn't know how to deal with him now, so he remained silent. Outside, the sky above grew dark as clouds rolled in. His voice was gentle, light on Bokuto's ears. The air was bitter and cold, and it hit Bokuto like a slap to the face as another gust of wind forced its way into the hospital room. "Akaa-sh- d-don't-" Bokuto struggled with his breathing. 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. He's sick. Akaashi exhaled quickly through his nose, making a sound that was almost like a laugh. "It did at first, when I didn't understand why. "I'm often busy. Bokuto was such a strange one. Akaashi shared a bench with Kenma. Bokuto swallowed thickly and toyed with the Pocky in his hand. ", "When I said that it would be a tough mess for them to clean up" Akaashi sounded genuinely confused. His eyes were glued to Akaashi's, and Akaashi found that he was unable to look away. You don't look like shit." "It's nice to meet you, Kozume. He was paler than the others who walked along in the halls, and soft, dark circles sat under his eyes. Akaashi's eyes lowered, focusing on the arm that was attached to the hand that he was holding. 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. Akaashi couldn't help but almost smile back, his lips barely twitching. Dreaming.". [Yeah! "Setter. Or maybe not brooding, but more along the lines of apathetic. "Likewise.". "I am. ", "I Don't know." 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. "Well, I guess that's it for now. Not after this. 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. It almost looked as if he were asleep. On that one hand, three fingers stuck out. It wasn't long before Akaashi had leaned his head on Kuroo's shoulder, as he, too, fell victim to the sorrow that slowly ate him alive. He placed one hand on the windowsill and squeezed, his knuckles going white. But in the end, I couldn't move. "Anything but," Bokuto retorted, sitting upright in bed. He understood how that would be alarming to some people. Bokuto looked down at Akaashi's hand. He suffered no nightmares, nor did he see anything remotely close to a dream. Looking up at Akaashi with eager eyes, as if he'd been asked the question out of his own free will, Bokuto gladly answered. a while back in the story when bokuto was still alive, he told akaashi that he hoped that in another life, he'd be able to find akaashi again so that they can be together forever, hence why he said "i found you" :((, So i think there r two possible meanings of the ending so. Where most people would detach themselves, Bokuto took hold and wouldn't let go, being as persistent as he was energetic. He wanted to know if it was real or not. Kenma rubbed his nose with his sleeve. Akaashi opened the first movie that he had in his computer's memory. Akaashi, don't give him a hard time, or you and I are going to fucking fight.". Are you alright?". Storms trigger them.". "It isn't." He looked around and frowned, and figured it would be best to take his leave. His breathing was heavy, his heart rate quicker than usual; Akaashi could feel his heart pounding in his throat, making it difficult to swallow. When you're around him, you help him forget.". He turned around. He would have laughed if he could. "Do you want to watch a movie?". He's going to be fine. "Ha! He remained in place silently. ", Akaashi watched him carefully. ", Bokuto looked over at the phone screen. He was trying. The light that came from outside reflected off of Bokuto's teardrops, lighting his face up in the most gentle of ways. "Don't call me that." "I envy you. But sometimes, he wouldn't answer certain questions, despite Akaashi asking them twice. He wore a grimace upon his reddened face. Pulling his laptop close, Akaashi smoothed his finger along the mouse pad. 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 opened his notes application and held the device in front of Bokuto. He placed a hand on his broad back and rubbed gently, hoping to comfort him and to be the stronger of the two. "I know." 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. My last memory of Koutaro is already with me, and it will die along with me.". I hope you enjoyed thisI researched FFI a lot actually, in order to get a better understanding of it. 299K 5.7K 29.5K. He turned his head to get a clear look at Bokuto's face, but instantly wished he hadn't. [deleted] 2 yr. ago [removed] And so he continued to try and grasp sleep, expecting nothing from the noise. He commented softly, leaning back in his seat. Akaashi sat at the edge of Kuroo's bed, and he stared out the window without focus. "I didn't think you were going to make it today." So instead of putting on a sour expression, Akaashi only kept a neutral one, like he always did. It read: "If I knew those words I spoke a week ago would have been my last, I would have chosen them more carefully.". He'd flinched hard and sat up quickly, closing his hand over his mouth to subdue the almost hysteric sounds that came from him. His mind wouldn't allow him to. So he stayed in place, holding onto Bokuto, taking in his company for one last time before he'd never see him again. Akaashi relaxed himself against his mattress and closed his eyes, a powerless yawn leaving him. His voice was a soft tremor. No one likes to find out that someone they care about is sick Much less diagnosed with a disease that can't be cured.". Akaashi couldn't find any words to say at that moment. Often times, however, Akaashi would disagree with his parents, unhappy with the suggestions they'd given him. Despite this, it only seemed to make Bokuto laugh even harder. [Nightmare? "Oh- you can move." Slowly, his yellow eyes scrolled to the side to catch Akaashi's gaze. Akaashi took a shot at it. His hands rested on his stomach, the dark blanket surrounding him from behind, but slipping off just enough for his torso to be exposed. 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. Akaashi knew this. It would hurt if he did. ", "His entire body was relaxed. "It's just A slow, downhill ride f-from here. Kuroo rubbed the lower part of his face with his hand. Furrowing his brow, Akaashi stared at his phone screen and lay his head down sideways. Kuroo rubbed his elbow, irate, and sighed in defeat. Akaashi watched Bokuto, mesmerized by his actions. But now I'm kind of okay with it." He looked at Akaashi with heavy lidded eyes. It squeezed him, threatening to crush him from the inside out. It was one of those "White days", as Bokuto liked to call them, so he paid much more attention to the world beyond the glass than he did to his own confined life in the hospital. Akaashi's tone was monotonous, but Kuroo didn't fail to detect the venom that lined each word prior to his last sentence. It was soft. (Not my story all credits goes to LittleLuxray on ao3) He felt the need to keep most of his questions at bay. "Get over here." He just breathed now. Akaashi's face buried into the crook of his neck. Kuroo made a grunting noise and had nothing more to say on the subject. Akaashi felt his heart sink to his stomach. He watched as Kuroo walked away, far enough for small details to become blurred. He was now more curious than he'd ever been before. He couldn't find his pulse. I'm not just some visitor, after all. The disembodied voice came from off screen. At least I'm not the only one now. Bokuto turned his head to catch another look out the window. Akaashi nodded, glad to have made an acquaintance, and would have relaxed into his seat if not for the sudden disembodied voice that startled him soon after Kenma's sentence. He turned his head to look out the window, eyeing the moon timidly. His hand took Bokuto's own, and he held it gently. He held an air around him as if he were having a normal conversation about the weather. 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. The smile on Bokuto's lips grew just a little more, signifying that he'd answered yes to Akaashi's question. His voice was low. There was a longing in his eyes that Akaashi couldn't stand to see. He tried desperately to hold it in. Other than those things, Bokuto found it nearly impossible to stomach anything else. "I still miss it though. "I spiked it perfectly just now! Why the hell did this have to happen to him? "Are you sure you should be going out in the cold like that?". I never said that I was.". I know I don't have much time left." Bokuto grumbled to himself. "Do you want your scarf back?" Bokuto followed, his arm still around him. what disease did, bokuto have in another life. Akaashi frowned. "There's something about Bokuto that doesn't sit well with me. He looked up and grinned, and waved wildly in Akaashi's direction. He thought the video had gone by too quickly, but it had actually lasted a little under thirty seconds. 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. They shared the same navy blue knit blanket and huddled up beneath it, keeping each other warm in the best way that they could. Frankly speaking, it had no affect on him in the slightest. His face looked both shocked and exhausted at the same time. There was no hiding it. "I thought you said you weren't ever going to set foot in here again." Frail, shaking fingers pushed through his own black and white hair in an attempt to calm himself down, but another thunder clap sounded, louder that time. I'll see you soon.]. "Akaashi Keiji." "I used to have some insane dreams, too. The pain seared itself into his soul, hindering him, rendering him speechless to a point where he no longer knew what words were. A mere two minutes outside had turned into two hours. I know a gymnasium we can go to], [Is that too long a wait? He leaned back in his chair. Akaashi stifled a laugh. "I don't want to." Akaashi followed after knowing that Kenma was nearby. "Fatal Familial Insomnia? "I feel the same about this place, honestly." I'm not sick, but this place makes me feel like I am." 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. Kuroo didn't seem surprised in the slightest. It had been some time since Akaashi set foot into that hospital. Pursing his lips timidly, Akaashi ceased to speak. I finished this months ago but it still hurts and just thinking about it makes me cry. Akaashi had nothing else to say. He felt like he could enjoy Kozume's company, what with how his words lacked all form of emotion. ], [I see. Very much." "Relax." Akaashi drew in a breath, but found that he couldn't say anything. Bokuto smiled wide to those words. Feeling an amount of guilt build up within his chest, Akaashi pulled out his phone just as quickly as he'd hid it away. "May I ask your name?" This story is a heart wrenching major character death story. He stared at Bokuto with his lips parted, as if he were going to speak, but ended up speechless. He didn't get a response, nor did he see any signs of responding. He gripped his phone in his hand and took in a deep breath, filling his lungs with all the air that he could before he exhaled through his nostrils. Akaashi stuffed the sheets into his bag. I'm taking you back." "Akaashi? 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. He held it in his shaking hands and closed his eyes in an attempt to try and find sleep again. Akaashi realized that those smiles he'd seen before were smiles of denial forced grins that tried desperately to trick Bokuto into thinking that everything would be fine. He'd never heard of that disease before. A mere two minutes outside had turned into two hours. " Is that why you came here? Akaashi scowled. He lay his cheek on the top of Akaashi's head and kept still, daring not to wake him. His eyes read. No words were exchanged for what seemed like forever before Akaashi spoke up. Healthy. He talked about you all the time when he first met y-". He stared at Bokuto and could only nod with whatever it was he thought he was agreeing with. 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 wanted for him to spike it at least once lest Bokuto threw a self hate-induced panic attack. Akaashi entered his room and shut the door behind Bokuto. But ultimately, they would urge him to carry out the task that had been pushed on him, and one way or another, he'd do it. Bokuto spoke, his voice peaceful. Akaashi inhaled slowly. Weakly, Akaashi parted his lips. "I see" Akaashi nodded once. Akaashi kicked his legs out of bed and strode to his window. That's how much he supposedly weighs now? "All I can say is that sleeping doesn't come as easily as it used to." "It's just how I am. As if straight from a cartoon, out popped a tall male from Bokuto's room, with stark black hair that both hung over his face and stuck out in all directions. Sleeping didn't come as easy as it used to. Imagine their faces when they notice I'm not even in my room." Was it bad? It took all of his power not to flinch when he'd felt the unfamiliar touch. He found it strange, how Bokuto was the one walking around when he was the sick one out of the lot. It wasn't until he watched Kuroo's form double over in his peripheral that Akaashi did glance in his direction, and when he did, he was greeted with a quietly sobbing Kuroo, his face having been buried in the palms of his hands. 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. His head rested on mine with the weight of someone's who's unconscious.". His hand trembled harder with each passing second, as if the movement would cause Bokuto to wake up. ], [I don't know any other way to put it. Akaashi tried to hide his frown. Don't worry about it.". "I won't leave you." As he walked, he stared at the backs of the two men in front of him. Because of the nightmare? Bokuto quieted himself, curled up, and watched on as the movie started.
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