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We can watch Cloud Atlas again. His head rested on mine with the weight of someone's who's unconscious.". Bokuto kept his finger up, then moved his hand to point it at himself. Did he really think he was admitted to a hospital just because he was having trouble sleeping? "Get over here." Akaashi couldn't find any words to say at that moment. "Setting an alarm for six AM." Akaashi lifted himself onto his elbows. After that night, things had only gone downhill from then. Akaashi scowled. "That's Fine with me." "So you must be leaving soon, then.". He drew in a deep breath and blinked away the stinging in his eyes. Akaashi was close to holding his breath before Bokuto had finally drew his hand back. "This is Kuroo, a close friend of mine. "I Don't Usually text," Akaashi murmured. He twisted his body to reach for the box of Pocky that sat on the counter. My face was the only thing sticking out." It was amazing. He rubbed the back of his neck. "I miss you guys. "Do you want to watch a movie?". ", "His entire body was relaxed. His arms and legs were stiff, as were his eyes. I think the ending is up to interpret, but this is what I thought of. Three times, Bokuto jolted awake involuntarily, and three times, he covered his eyes with his forearm and heaved a quiet sigh. But Akaashi knew full well that such a thing wasn't possible with Bokuto's condition. which ABSOFUCKINGLUTELY BROKE ME TO PIECES. 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. "Well, even if you wanted to, I wouldn't have an answer for you." He tossed the navy blue one to Bokuto, remembering how fond he was of it the last time he'd come over. "Fatal Familial Insomnia? Staring down wide-eyed at the floor of the hospital room, Bokuto fought to find words. 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. "Likewise.". I can't Sl..eep. ], [I know! ", "So I can't sleep." "Yes.". His lips quivered before he could form his words. [I must have texted you while you were asleep!]. Akaashi's chortling had been dragged out for a few seconds longer before he, too, quieted down. It took all of his power not to flinch when he'd felt the unfamiliar touch. Akaashi frowned heavily as he entered the hospital. 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. Kuroo finally left the room after four minutes or so, having forgotten that he was supposed to leave in the first place. Akaashi stepped in and turned his head. It had been some time since Akaashi set foot into that hospital. He didn't care. 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. His movements were uncoordinated and slow, and the only sounds he could manage were meek and most of the time inaudible. I wish I could sleep like that again.". I'll see you soon.]. Something told him that those words weren't meant for the movie, but Akaashi shoved this thought away. ", Bokuto looked over at the phone screen. The sound of someone cautiously moving their arm when they didn't wish to wake someone. He turned his attention back to the only other in the room. And so he continued to try and grasp sleep, expecting nothing from the noise. Akaashi shifted to the side to give his visitor more room. He pushed the chair away and found Bokuto's side in bed. All he could do was watch in muted anguish as Bokuto finally accepted what had become of his short lived life. It was the only normal thing to do, considering how he was the one who was suffering from said disease. Again, if he hadn't known any better, Akaashi would have figured that Bokuto was already fast asleep. He felt him move against his head in response, so he continued. "No is my final answer." ], [Alright, well We'll just see about that.]. Akaashi had nothing else to say. Hesitantly, Akaashi barely managed to wave back before he heard his name being called from that all too familiar room, by that all too familiar voice. "It isn't." Confused, Bokuto glanced over at him. "Impressive." He turned his head slowly to look at Bokuto, and watched him as he lay in his arms. "Apathy-kun." Three hours feels like seven hours, sometimes. There, he parted the glass slightly. That was enough for Akaashi to remove his hand from in front his mouth slowly, moving it to rest it over his chin. "How did he look?" 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. "We're going back to the hospital right now. Those yellow eyes were gleaming. "This is all so nostalgic." Bokuto's fingers touched at Akaashi's knuckles. FFI?" People walked by him, around him, up and down the halls, to and fro, but no one seemed to notice him. He wanted nothing to do with it. Akaashi turned away and frowned. He struggled to raise a hand, and slowly he twirled his index finger in circles at the side of his head. ", Bokuto pulled away to face his smirking friend. He watched the ball roll further away from them, and expected to see Bokuto trailing it, but instead saw nothing. "I heard the doctors talking. Akaashi said his name, and to this, Bokuto stirred awake. ", "Yeah Yeah. " Is that why you came here? Swiftly, Akaashi closed the window, having gathered just enough snow off the edge for him to show to Bokuto. Um" He scratched at his cheek, just below his eye. Another two weeks had passed since Akaashi had seen Bokuto, but this time, he waited outside of the hospital, several meters away from the entrance. He remained in the same position and only moved his hand to wipe at his face again. Not in front of Bokuto. "I don't want to." "They aren't really there." It still smelled like him. Bokuto looked exhausted beyond belief, yet there he stood, excited to make his way to the gymnasium. The sounds of their sneakers squeaking against the gym floor was so memory inducing, it caused Akaashi to take a moment and reminisce on the old days, as if doing so would take him back in time to when he'd play volleyball every single day after school. Things could be worse. Bokuto stared off in the distance from beyond the net, his face carrying a confused expression. Out in the dead of night stood Bokuto, with the burgundy knit scarf around his neck, a jacket, jeans, and slippers. His hands rested on his stomach, the dark blanket surrounding him from behind, but slipping off just enough for his torso to be exposed. Shut him out, don't let him in. "I'll get us some water." They asked about the blanket and the scarf, but they never asked about Bokuto. Akaashi placed it in between his fingers, and Bokuto retracted his hand to hold the biscuit snack against himself. Akaashi and Bokuto carried a sort of unspoken communication with each other. Eventually, Bokuto drew back his hand and let it fall to his side. Akaashi kicked his legs out of bed and strode to his window. "Nice to meet you, Akaashi. "And nothing you say will make me leave.". They asked him questions. He reached a hand out and found Bokuto's. He would have to close Bokuto's blinds and take his mind off of it somehow. The words echoed in Akaashi's head, as if they'd been spoken aloud. I was actually thinking of taking my leave soon, as well-", "What? Bokuto was very different from everyone else Akaashi had ever met before him. He watched Bokuto with a wary gaze, unaware of what he was to say next. "Why do you watch me like that?" 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. Bokuto didn't respond. 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've been cooped up in this place for too long. Bokuto's eyes stared forward with an engrossed gaze, his yellow hues taking a mental picture of what he probably would never see again. ", Small tears spilled out of Bokuto's eyes and rolled down his hauntingly placid features. Which makes this review sound negative, BUT!! "Well, you're laughing now" He tried to hide his smile. I can probably reschedule], [Nah, it's alright! "You seem a bit anxious." Ones that said, He's not dying. He held it to his nose with some difficulty and breathed in the strawberry scent, then let his arm fall. "See, look." He pressed his lips into a thin line and fell backwards on his bed. Judging by his still trembling hands, he knew he wasn't. ", Akaashi watched him carefully. He was staring outside at the white clouds that shrouded the skies, mesmerized by just how colorless it made everything seem. It wasn't necessarily a bow. tip: austen words:10000-50000 sort:title. Not only was Bokuto the kind of guy to sneak out when no one was watching, but his condition had quickly begun to worsen without warning. He talked about you all the time when he first met y-". Akaashi almost smiled. His hands at his sides, Bokuto bowed. It's a long movie, and I've watched it about seven times already. If I remember correctly.". His eyelids drooping and then snapping open again, Bokuto made a small sound. He turned his phone so that it was facing him, opened his eyes, and read the three words that would haunt him forever. Bokuto covered his mouth and coughed suddenly. But he only swallowed and kept his composure, just as he'd been doing since the day he met Bokuto. btw, HERES THE DISCORD SERVER!! Someone with DID has multiple, distinct personalities. He opened it and pulled one out. Despite this, Bokuto was still close enough for their arms to touch. It was a dreary place for him, a place he was not fond of, but a place he was obligated to visit. 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. His back was facing the door, and Bokuto seemed to have all of his attention on him. I'm not just some visitor, after all. left kudos on this work. "So I figured if you left now You Wouldn't have to And it wouldn't h-hurt so much". In Another Life Spoiler | Bokuaka, Haikyuu karasuno, Haikyuu - Pinterest Every now and then, it would come to him that Bokuto was only twenty years old, and that fact would only weigh Akaashi down even more than it usually did. Bokuto nodded frantically and forced himself to comply with Akaashi, as he always did. Slipping his head down to Bokuto's chest, Akaashi leaned against his frail frame. In what you want to say, I mean?". 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 sighed. "Sure." His mind wouldn't allow him to. He blinked sluggishly. He pushed his negative thoughts aside and sat himself down in bed, right next to Bokuto. Bokuto looked down and twisted his lips to the side. I was sobbing so hard at the end I legit thought I was going to pass out. He inhaled audibly, and Akaashi could hear a scratching sound. 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. He reached a hand out to turn on the lamp that sat on his nightstand. "I'll show you." In another life.". ", "Well if you've watched it seven times then why not watch it an eighth time? Normally, Akaashi would have walked away that instant in order to pay Bokuto a visit, but as he neared his room, he could hear two voices coming from within. "I thought you said you weren't ever going to set foot in here again." ", "That's the same thing!" He couldn't face him. "If you would please listen." "I spiked it perfectly just now! He tried to aim for it at the very least, but found it difficult to. "Because you said you were okay, and I knew you weren't.". That night, he dreamt of the first night Bokuto had come over his home. I never said that I was.". It made Akaashi pity him, to say the least. Juli 2022 . But Akaashi knew that this wasn't the case. I recommend everyone who has the heart for it, READ THIS FIC! Akaashi chuckled with Bokuto, folding his arms in the process. Not a word left him, even as he reached a hand up to wipe at his face again. People with dissociative disorders escape reality in ways that are involuntary and unhealthy and cause problems with functioning in everyday life. But even if he has, that's not what I meant." Akaashi looked down the hall. What?" Strange. Akaashi couldn't sleep, but it wasn't because of his unfamiliarity with Bokuto that caused this. It caused him to open his eyes and look in Akaashi's direction, astonished. "I told you I had my moments every so often.". "What?" At least I'm not the only one now. He circled around the male, apologizing flatly before he continued on. He stood there, hesitant, uninterested, indifferent. "What are you doing? He said the name with a lack of interest to try and soften the blow, but Akaashi knew that no matter how he approached it, Bokuto would frown when he heard the name. I guess I can wait that long. His head slumped against his shoulder, and both his hands rested on his stomach. Managing a miserable smile, Akaashi roughly rubbed his palm with his thumb. "Sorry." He waves goodbye to his sister, shuts the door, and then walks to school, taking in a breath of the cool morning air. In the span of a little over a month, Bokuto had gone from a general one-hundred and fifty pounds to a mere ninety-seven pounds, last time they'd weighed him. He had to force himself to say the mere four words. I don't regret meeting you.". Kuroo leaned forward and joined his hands together. 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. He took his time, the thought of removing it killing him faster than the disease itself. His lips brushed against his collarbone in desperate search of that familiar warmth.