His hands at his sides, Bokuto bowed. That was six days ago. "How insensitive of me" He furrowed his brow, mentally scolding himself. He reached a hand out and touched Bokuto's forehead. He sat at home in bed, with a snug fitting shirt on and his hair an absolute mess. With barely an ounce of strength left, Bokuto pulled himself up a tad to get a better look outside. "Well then, if you had a second chance" Akaashi hesitated. So whenever he went silent, an unwelcomed feeling of discomfort found its home within Akaashi. Many words dashed through his mind, but he could only think of three that would be best for him to say to Akaashi. Several flakes had gathered on the outstretched limb, but they were not quick to melt. Akaashi's face buried into the crook of his neck. His voice was a soft tremor. He was trying to tell Akaashi something else. Akaashi turned away and frowned. Akaashi had to wait almost a minute for Bokuto's response. Is he here?". He forced those words away and replaced them with new ones. The words were barely a whisper, and they came without warning. 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 lost the ability to walk a little more than a week ago. His eyes lighting up, Bokuto straightened his back and fished his hand into his pocket. Akaashi drew in a breath, but found that he couldn't say anything. ", "I get panic attacks when you're not around," Bokuto answered simple-mindedly. You sleep if you want to. There was a longing in his eyes that Akaashi couldn't stand to see. YES! That toss was perfect!" "Why are you standing? He didn't wait for Kuroo to respond and glanced into Bokuto's room. "He's a bit more of An ass, to say the least." He couldn't look at his face. It would hurt if he did. Akaashi tried to hide his frown. by postingAO3stories. He could feel the ignorance emanating off of Bokuto's text messages. Bokuto knew this, and now Akaashi did, too. "Do you think you can toss to me?". This story is a heart wrenching major character death story. Wincing, Akaashi turned his head away. They both seemed to be the same height, but Akaashi couldn't help but realize that Bokuto looked just a bit smaller. But then he spoke up again. He walked ahead quickly, straight into the room. He tried to aim for it at the very least, but found it difficult to. Akaashi was dumbfounded. Akaashi reached his hand up to rub the back of his neck roughly, administering a feeling of discomfort to one area in order to ignore the pain that threatened to swallow his heart. "By sneaking out! Finding a breath between his laughter, Akaashi managed to speak. He spoke to Akaashi as if he hadn't had a friend to text in years. A mere two minutes outside had turned into two hours. "I won't leave you." His head was down and his fingers moved swiftly over the buttons on the gaming device that he held in his hands. His tired eyes were on Akaashi. He looked up at the sickly one when he'd said those words, trying to meet his gaze, but ultimately finding no yellow eyes to look into. "Kuroo looks happy now. Akaashi closed his eyes and heaved out a sigh, feeling more and more hopeless with each passing second. His hands tensed, relaxed, and rested against his neck. Akaashi never received another message in the remaining hour that he was awake. 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. "I hadn't noticed that one was rolling in." 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. He had to be. "Are you sure you should be going out in the cold like that?". ", Bokuto looked over at the phone screen. They didn't speak for a moment, and the room was filled with the hushed sounds of the outside. Akaashi closed his eyes against him. I loved this. "And that's Kenma for you" Kuroo groaned as he repositioned himself in bed, and then he smiled. Bokuto gazed at Akaashi, almost in wonder. Thank you for reading, it means a lot that you've read through my work! I finished this months ago but it still hurts and just thinking about it makes me cry. "Just Because" He replied in what almost sounded like a surprised tone. Can't be that Akaashi has ffi it's genetic and really really really rare like there's only 45 families that have the gene for it and I doubt Akaashi's from one of those, I hate yet love how the fandom can come up with the most depressing things like bro Im still not over the fanart people made for it. Akaashi paused for a long moment and said nothing for a while. He touched at it lightly, twirled it shakily between his fingers, and studied it, but he never ate it. Now if only the sickly one would hit it. 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. Which makes this review sound negative, BUT!! left kudos on this work. Nov 3, 2020 - Read Fan art (2) from the story In another life bokuto x akaashi by bakutosbigbooty with 18,728 reads. Once there, Bokuto pulled his hand from Akaashi's and leaned it against the windowsill. Bokuto would wince and snap back to reality the way someone would when they dreamt they were falling. Press question mark to learn the rest of the keyboard shortcuts. "This is Kuroo, a close friend of mine. This was so so sad, I cried at the end. He did the only thing that he could and nodded again, then closed his eyes, and slightly turned his head away. He pressed his lips into a thin line and fell backwards on his bed. ", Bokuto couldn't help but guffaw, his head tilting back. Unconsciously, his hand grasped Akaashi's own, and he dragged it down with his lack of strength, causing both of them to startle. I mean, will they let you out of the hospital? Covid and farm animals: nine pandemics that changed the world Whenever we did, Kuroo and Bokuto would meet up afterwards and spend time together. Akaashi inhaled quietly. Bokuto's skin crawled, goose bumps pimpling his porcelain surface. His hand trembled harder with each passing second, as if the movement would cause Bokuto to wake up. Very much." All he could do was stare at the melancholic performance that played out before him. Akaashi looked down the hall. He took several steps back to prepare himself for the toss. Loud, though.". Three hours feels like seven hours, sometimes. Akaashi let out a half-assed grunt and continued to stare forward. That had been one of Bokuto's worst attacks yet. Confused, Bokuto glanced over at him. "I'll get us some water." Was it bad? "I am-." For what felt like an eternity, Bokuto typed the words on Akaashi's phone. Akaashi almost smiled. "I'm not coming back to visit him anymore. Akaashi sat in bed and wrapped a sheet around himself. He pulled a mock cool expression, but this was cut short as someone else spoke up. Akaashi scowled. "I'm supposed to be here, actually. It seemed more along the lines of an act of affection, or at least as affectionate as Kenma could get, which wasn't much. You don't look like shit." He meets Bokuto, a patient who has a crippling disease, Fatal familial insomnia, FFI. His voice was low. "What's the big deal? Bokuto's eyes widened. Akaashi knew this. Akaashi managed to say, staring out into the distance. He reached a hand out to turn on the lamp that sat on his nightstand. "It's not a hallucination, Bokuto. He watched as Kuroo walked away, far enough for small details to become blurred. He placed a hand on his broad back and rubbed gently, hoping to comfort him and to be the stronger of the two. 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. "Setting an alarm for six AM." "Of course." Slowly, Akaashi's laugh eased into a chuckle, and as he sat there in his seat, he looked down at Bokuto with placid eyes. After several seconds, he'd returned to see that Bokuto had changed his position in bed entirely. His eyes widened as much as they could. He pushed Akaashi back this time. "I didn't Want you to leave. Just then, Akaashi's lips parted in realization. Akaashi shifted to the side to give his visitor more room. "Get over here." He kept his weary yellow eyes on Akaashi, waiting for him to nod. "He's here? Bokuto was bursting with emotion. 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. I'm usually around Kuroo, so" He shrugged with little energy. I knew how the book would end but i still cried. He couldn't feel it. Obeying with hesitance, Bokuto shifted towards Akaashi and lay against him, fitting into the curve of his arm. Verffentlicht am 1. rockin' the west coast prayer group; easy bulky sweater knitting pattern. He moved in his seat and sat straight against the head of the bed, then looked down at Bokuto. He almost couldn't find his voice, but when he did, he tried his best to keep it from shaking. He breathed in that familiar scent that he'd grown so attached to, then exhaled quietly against Bokuto's prominent collar bone. Akaashi stifled a laugh. 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 spoke, his voice peaceful. ], [I guess. The disembodied voice came from off screen. He was thinner than before, a large flannel shirt fitting him loosely. Having been neck deep in his own sorrows, Kuroo was blind to Akaashi's. He chuckled and rubbed at his face wearily. The title for the movie that Bokuto and Akaashi watched in the fanfic "In Another Life" is "Cloud Atlas". He looked up, gazed at Akaashi past his bleached blonde bangs, and straightened his back in the slightest way possible. It was difficult, however, as each time he tried to drift off to sleep, that unnerving fear of having the same dream would jerk him back awake. To this, he shifted in closer and allowed his body to relax. I thought you fell asleep.]. which ABSOFUCKINGLUTELY BROKE ME TO PIECES. "Come on" Akaashi reached a hand out to help Bokuto to his feet. "Five weeks ago, he was in shambles. "Please hold onto it, Bokuto.". Kuroo's voice was reserved and reluctant. "How many words are there? "I guess you can Just as long as you're feeling better. In the span of those three days, he had only acquired a little over four hours of sleep in total. "You're too loud, be quiet." How old is Bokuto and Akaashi? The black haired male bounced the ball again and walked over to position. He dug his thumb nail into the side of his index finger and returned his gaze to Bokuto. January 19th, 6:40pm. He pressed pause on his PSP and tapped one end of it against his open palm. (Not my story all credits goes to LittleLuxray on ao3) An embarrassed chuckle escaped him. 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. He just didn't want to accept it. Hesitating for only a second, he reached his hand out and took the device into his hands. Swiftly, Akaashi closed the window, having gathered just enough snow off the edge for him to show to Bokuto. It was because of this that he was so surprised when he felt a gentle sensation against his forehead. Akaashi sat cross legged in the seat adjacent to Bokuto's bed. Sleeping. He watched Bokuto intently, curious to know what his answer would be. It took a moment for Bokuto to respond, but after some time, he managed some words. Bokuto's hallucinations had become such a part of him, that he thought the snow outside was just another mind trick. "Um Bokuto? Bokuto reached a hand out, aimlessly trying to swat Akaashi's own hand away. ", "I Don't know." And the I found you just shattered my heart like just smash it on the floor and step on it why dont you . He sighed. Akaashi pulled Bokuto back inside. He's an okay guy. So then why was he so cheerful about his entire situation? It was then that he started to inaccurately press at words that he was trying to make out. Akaashi bounced the ball off the floor twice. "All the people who've contracted this disease eventually die within a year or less" This part was read aloud. He stared at him intently and watched every move he made, to the point where this had captured Akaashi's attention. 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 eyes locked onto Bokuto's. "I know you aren't going to ask, so I'll just let you know. Not even a sentence could get past his suffering. An old friend." He looked up and grinned, and waved wildly in Akaashi's direction. As he walked, he stared at the backs of the two men in front of him. A small thumb rubbed at the system's screen to remove a smudge. Yeah, he left the room. He couldn't sleep for about an hour after the text, but ultimately slipped off to sleep. He didn't get a response, nor did he see any signs of responding. "But I also want you to hold onto it.". to enjoy it, and okay, maybe you'll regret it when you're crying so hard you might pass out at 3am, but ultimately you'll be glad you read this masterpiece. ", "I hope so. "I know." Bokuto stared at Akaashi sharply. I'll be sure to bring my laptop when I visit. "You're sick, you need medical attention. He observed his surroundings once again, having been fascinated by the inside of someone else's home. He used to be bigger than Kuroo, but now he's the one who's smaller. Akaashi stared intensely at the screen, then tore his gaze away and looked back to Bokuto. "Don't apologize.". He spoke gently in Bokuto's direction. A month and sixteen days had passed since Bokuto's final visit to Akaashi's home, and once he'd been taken back to the hospital, the doctors and nurses made sure to keep a closer eye on him, and with good reason. "It's warm-" Bokuto exhaled and shuddered once he was inside, slipping off his shoes. It was small and measly, but there. I can probably reschedule], [Nah, it's alright! A gust of icy wind charged its way into the room in an instant, draining the warmth from everything it touched. ", "It's not." "It's your house. He was staring outside at the white clouds that shrouded the skies, mesmerized by just how colorless it made everything seem. Was he just playing the fool after all? He could practically hear the frown in his voice. "Impossible-" He pulled apart the blinds and looked down. The night sky had suddenly become a pale blue, and the warm orange glow of the sun slowly spread across the horizon. 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. The way his lips curled at the corners, the way his eyes squinted just enough so that only a glint of green could be seen. "What's this?" Akaashi found himself laughing along with him. I think you'd better leave 'em both alone.". The ball was tossed back to him, and again, he got back to tossing the ball for Bokuto. 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. Bokuto chortled quietly and placed his head back on Akaashi's shoulder. Out there, the sickly one trembled like a new born animal, even with the extra jacket that Akaashi had offered him. Akaashi watched him and zipped up his jacket. "I mean, in your state now, it's a bit clichd, don't you think?" "Please toss to me again!" Without hesitation, he ran across the court to retrieve the ball. Stretching out a trembling arm, Akaashi took hold of Bokuto's hand. Several hours had passed since the message from Kuroo, and both Bokuto and Akaashi didn't do much. Another laugh. "That was when he learned about the disease. Akaashi shifted in his seat, now timid. He lay on his back, with his head on some of Akaashi's pillows. That had been the fifth time that month where Akaashi had to tear himself out of another nightmare. "I don't like to see him like that, either. Akaashi entered his room and shut the door behind Bokuto. Sucking his teeth, Bokuto pulled the blanket up to just beneath his chin. He stared at Bokuto with his lips parted, as if he were going to speak, but ended up speechless. Akaashi felt that his words were a bit bitter, but he had no other way of telling Bokuto the truth. I'm already three quarters done and I'm bawling my eyes out. 61.7K 2.6K 3.9K. as well as Akaashi cast a weary look in Bokuto's direction, gave a nod, and continued on his way until he was out of the building. He touched his forehead to Bokuto's shoulder, which only earned a laugh from him. Akaashi wanted to scream, but he couldn't find his voice. Bokuto's eyes stared forward with an engrossed gaze, his yellow hues taking a mental picture of what he probably would never see again. He closed his eyes in a slow blink and kept his breathing quiet. I hardly could read because of the tears in my eyes, everything was blurry. "I don't think I want to ask about the symptoms of this illness.". It was the last word Kuroo murmured before he stared forward as well, having nothing more to say. Kuroo started down the hall, Bokuto trailing after him. " Are you here to see Bokuto Koutarou?" "Give me a break here." Our teams would face each other often. Akaashi sat at the edge of Kuroo's bed, and he stared out the window without focus. His eyes were glued to Akaashi's, and Akaashi found that he was unable to look away. "You've had two panic attacks this week already, and your hallucinations are getting worse. He stared at the ceiling. Perplexed, Akaashi directed his full attention to Bokuto. This did not faze him, however, as Bokuto only closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, allowing the burn of the winter air to fill his lungs. After a moment, quietly, he spoke. I see." "I guess I could find some time to talk every so often." 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. He waited for an answer, but did not receive one. He pulled himself closer to Bokuto, and nudged his face into the warmth of his neck. Slowly but gradually, Akaashi's heart rate picked up. Akaashi stirred in bed slightly and let out a weak grunt. I never asked to be emotionally destroyed . Another shudder threatened to rattle him, but he kept himself still, as difficult as that was. He huffed out a breath and turned around. The Galaxy Is Endless (I Thought We Were, Too) - Goodreads So much so that his hands trembled slightly whenever he'd push Akaashi's bangs away. He held an air around him as if he were having a normal conversation about the weather. Hunter's new YA thriller about a girl who learns that she may have been kidnapped as a child, and must race to uncover the truth about her past before she winds up a victim. He turned his phone so that it was facing him, opened his eyes, and read the three words that would haunt him forever. Akaashi beckoned for his visitor. When he'd finally found him, those shining eyes of his lit up just a little more than usual. In another life bokuto x akaashi - Fan art (2) - Pinterest He couldn't stand his parents' persistent natures, but he was somewhat relieved to be out of the house, to say the least. Sleeping didn't come as easy as it used to. "Yeah. He turned his head to get a clear look at Bokuto's face, but instantly wished he hadn't. Bokuto breathed in deeply, the sound filling the small space around them. ", Once Akaashi realized what Kuroo was talking about, he instantly felt his spirits fall. I would like that. But Akaashi knew full well that such a thing wasn't possible with Bokuto's condition. This is why I never read Major Character Death. "Could you please toss to me some more?". Bokuto nodded once more. (does that make sense?). Akaashi's tone was monotonous, but Kuroo didn't fail to detect the venom that lined each word prior to his last sentence. Reading it at 3am didn't help either because I was just crying in front of my phone screen until the sun rose. Outside, the sky above grew dark as clouds rolled in. tip: austen words:10000-50000 sort:title. "Get back into bed. He talked about you all the time when he first met y-". Akaashi already knew where he had to go. ", Bokuto glanced at him. In another life // Bokuaka - 11 - Wattpad Bokuto didn't move much. Bokuto swatted Akaashi's hands away. At other times, he would just tell him things that were on his mind. After several minutes, Akaashi closed his laptop and lay back on his bed. "You don't have to put that." "Impressive." He swallowed thickly. "Of course! "Because you said you were okay, and I knew you weren't.". "Apathy-kun." Kenma's unconcerned tone contradicted his words, but something told Akaashi that he meant everything he was saying. He wouldn't show this, but Kuroo's words had hit him harder than he could ever imagine. "When have you ever tried to make a joke? 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. Bokuto beamed at him with a smile that spoke a thousand words, and his hand reached out to touch Akaashi's cheek. The day was strangely chilly, with an occasional breeze now and then, causing the browning leaves to rustle in the trees above. Despite this, Bokuto was still close enough for their arms to touch. Pursing his lips into a thin line, Akaashi looked down and noticed that Kenma had laced his fingers together. "I barely ever see it." "No, no, no, no-" He pulled away from the windowsill and ran out of his room, straight downstairs and to the front door. Or maybe not brooding, but more along the lines of apathetic. Akaashi shared a bench with Kenma. I recommended this book to my friend Sophia, and she cried too. Akaashi lifted his head in subtle interest. my theory is that if akaashi did die in the end because of a broken heart, then that "dream" he had where bokuto was healthy is probably real. He jogged downstairs, slipped his shoes on, and was out the door in seconds, making his way down the familiar route to the hospital. He stared in Bokuto's direction, at him this time. "We were actually just talking about stepping outside. Akaashi felt his chest rise. Bokuto's laughter died down and he closed his eyes. At some point during their walk home from the gym, Akaashi had agreed for Bokuto to spend the night at his house. "Ah. Two hours had passed since their last words towards each other, yet Akaashi still lay awake in bed. He swallowed thickly and looked out the window. The sound of Bokuto's laughter caused Akaashi to turn his head back to him. "Do you still think that you are the best?" You? Another sigh was forced out, even heavier this time. Looking away slowly, Akaashi watched as Bokuto and Kuroo reappeared in the distance. He pulled and tugged at them restlessly. "Nice to meet you, Akaashi. Akaashi frowned and left his phone screen alone to dim and blacken. A grin ghosted across Akaashi's lips as well, but it was quick to vanish. The condition can cause memory loss, delusions or depression. Very long. From his peripheral, Akaashi could see their hand reaching out to him. Bokuto stared off in the distance from beyond the net, his face carrying a confused expression. Akaashi's eyes lowered, focusing on the arm that was attached to the hand that he was holding. Akaashi looked down and away from Bokuto, then back to the window. Akaashi listened to the quickened rate of Bokuto's still beating heart, and knew that this was his response to his words. It still smelled like him. He couldn't face him. 'Sleep well, Akaashi.' The both of them didn't exchange any words after that, ending the conversation just as suddenly as it had started. [I must have texted you while you were asleep!]. He already knew. 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. Bokuto blinked slowly. He wouldn't always get answers, Akaashi was aware of this, but he would still ask him things. "It's freezing." Not in front of Bokuto. "Yeah." In minutes, the information desk was in his sights, and for the first time in forever, he'd actually gone to it. It was strange how the less Bokuto asked, the more Akaashi found himself saying. But now I'm kind of okay with it." A stronger laugh broke out from him, rattling his body as he lay down in bed. He stared down at the screen, his brow furrowing slightly. Akaashi opened the first movie that he had in his computer's memory. "I don't want to." Once Bokuto noticed this, he turned his head and slowly rolled away. He removed his slippers and waited at the entrance for his friend to enter. Akaashi's eyes widened slightly, and his eyebrows knit together in surprise. Complete and utter silence befell them afterwards. His face still wore the same shade of red, but he no longer minded this. They shared each other's company in silence for what felt like the length of five minutes, and in that time, Akaashi never once looked to the side to catch a glimpse at Kuroo. Akaashi tapped his fingers quietly against his pants. 1) the most possible explanation - it was a dream, and it was all in Akaashi's head. Akaashi stepped in and turned his head. jackie robinson life and legacy. "I miss you guys. He spoke just loudly enough for Bokuto to hear him. His voice was gentle, light on Bokuto's ears. Akaashi stopped in his tracks, in front of Bokuto's room. At one point in his dream, Akaashi looked out the window. "If it isn't too much trouble, may I come over?". For every time Akaashi would witness this, his mind would repeat one phrase, whether he wanted to hear it or not. "Goodbye.". Kenma didn't give him a chance to respond. He drew in a deep breath and blinked away the stinging in his eyes. He brought a hand up to push through his black hair, and slowly, his head fell forward. [I'm well, thank you Just catching up on some volleyball things], [VOLLEYBALL?! Akaashi sat up and placed his phone on the counter. Not great, but alright. Shifting in his seat, Bokuto pulled himself closer to Akaashi, one hand grasping the blanket that had been given to him. Akaashi yanked his hands away and stared at Bokuto. It had been so long since he'd heard something so loud. Akaashi avoided looking into them. In Another Life// Bokuto Kotarou's "Death Anniversary - YouTube "I spiked it perfectly just now! He nudged the bridge of his nose against the cool skin. "They used to play volleyball together. After that night, things had only gone downhill from then. I didn't hear what you said" Kenma looked up and was greeted with a front facing camera. Though he'd been dressed in normal, casual clothing, upon further examination, there was indeed something sickly about him. Akaashi's chortling had been dragged out for a few seconds longer before he, too, quieted down. Sho is shown to be a quiet and very polite boy. Here too" His voice was weaker than before, if possible. "I wonder if Bokuto knows about all of this." Shut him out, don't let him in.