Akaashi couldn't find any words to say at that moment. A grin ghosted across Akaashi's lips as well, but it was quick to vanish. 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. Genres Fan FictionLGBTRomanceBoys LoveAnimeQueerManga 104 pages, ebook Published January 1, 2015 Book details & editions Akaashi took an unnoticeable step back. "That's Fine with me." I've got time. This earned a gasp from him. He looked down at Bokuto's phone. 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 didn't get a response, nor did he see any signs of responding. "I know that I'm unbearable. "It isn't." WE HAVE TO PLAY TOGETHER.]. Akaashi stared at the text message and let out a shaking sigh. Was it bad? "I understand. He was thinner than before, a large flannel shirt fitting him loosely. Left.". t had been some time since Akaashi set foot into that hospital. He twisted his body to reach for the box of Pocky that sat on the counter. "I'll show you." "And my hallucinations aren't all that bad. Why?" His body jerked with each sob that was torn from him, his frame curling to bring himself closer. 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. It wasn't like Bokuto to question what he said in such a straightforward fashion. Press J to jump to the feed. "Of course I don't. "Keep doing what you're doing." Sleeping didn't come as easy as it used to. He recoiled with a grunt. He quickly got up from the bed and walked off. Absolutely not. Please play on the highest quality possibleToday, February 3, Bokuto Koutarou's death anniversary.This edit is just based on the fanfic, so don't worry, Boku. The condition can cause memory loss, delusions or depression. They had a strange relationship, to say the least. He swore without a filter. They didn't speak for a moment, and the room was filled with the hushed sounds of the outside. It worried him enough to get some words out of him. What was he to do? Akaashi's eyes lowered, focusing on the arm that was attached to the hand that he was holding. It almost looked as if he were asleep. 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. What is it?" "Good" Bokuto eased back and buried his head into his pillow. He was now more curious than he'd ever been before. 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 pulled a solemn face and closed the laptop. I showed up to your house unannounced at three in the morning. "I'm often busy. 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. Show him a movie or play a game with him that would result in him to calm down quickly. Bokuto asked aloud, finally pulling his hands from his hood pockets. Bokuto knew this, and now Akaashi did, too. The pain seared itself into his soul, hindering him, rendering him speechless to a point where he no longer knew what words were. Bokuto didn't allow him to finish his sentence as he embraced Akaashi suddenly. Thank you for reading, it means a lot that you've read through my work! He'd nodded off for a brief moment, with his arms crossed and his head resting on a thick bundle of pillows. Two weeks had passed since Akaashi's last visit, and to his dismay, he found himself on the same aimless path back to the same dreaded hospital. They shared the same navy blue knit blanket and huddled up beneath it, keeping each other warm in the best way that they could. He left the room quickly, leaving Bokuto by his lonesome. He felt him move against his head in response, so he continued. The bedsheets crumpled beneath his hands. Short description of the movie (from Google): Six individuals belonging to different generations go on an emotional ride while exploring how human actions impact the lives of their loved ones in this ever-changing world. Akaashi pulled his arms in close, wrapping the sheets around himself. He drew in a deep breath and blinked away the stinging in his eyes. It was cold. 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. Akaashi cocked his head back to demonstrate this, with his finger tapping his chin. All I have to say is that this fucking broke me. Akaashi pursed his lips in frustration, but this look quickly vanished as a small laugh fell from his lips. 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. "Koutarou Why do you watch me like that?" So whenever he went silent, an unwelcomed feeling of discomfort found its home within Akaashi. "I was drowning." "Kuroo?" He'd never received a faster response in his life. 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. Those yellow eyes were gleaming. He sat cross-legged, with a shirt on that was two sizes too big, and a hat that looked as if it had been placed on his head without his consent. He, too, did not intend on showing up to any funeral. The stranger could have been a patient at the hospital for all Akaashi knew, and the last thing he needed was a sickly acquaintance to add to his already short list of friends. It's another reason why I didn't want to pay Bokuto any visits." Whenever we did, Kuroo and Bokuto would meet up afterwards and spend time together. He smiled. Pursing his lips timidly, Akaashi ceased to speak. "Yeah, I'm-," He turned his head, "Is there someone in there?" And even if he could speak, he wouldn't have been able to talk for long considering the state he was in. He'd usually ask yes or no questions, ones that were easy for Bokuto to answer with a nod or shake of the head. Mildly embarrassed, Bokuto looked away and rubbed his arms. He only accepted my company. Stretching out a trembling arm, Akaashi took hold of Bokuto's hand. I was in tears for most of the hours it took me to read it, and when I finished, I legitimately sobbed so hard I woke up sick the next morning. "Do you want to watch a movie?". I've just got something to take care of, but I'll be sure to visit you tomorrow.". "Hey- Akaashi, right? jackie robinson life and legacy. Just then, Akaashi's lips parted in realization. He entered his number swiftly, and then handed the phone to Bokuto, the name section empty. Akaashi frowned. I was so weak, and it'd gotten to the point where I could barely breath. "I'm not leaving, Koutarou." ", "Well, I brought it up, just as a suggestion, but then he got really excited." I recommended this book to my friend Sophia, and she cried too. He couldn't look at his face. "I barely ever see it." "What's this?" You don't look like shit." as well as At least I'm not the only one now. Akaashi squirmed in discomfort. On that one hand, three fingers stuck out. Bokuto gathered the navy blue blanket in his arms, and cautiously threw it around his shoulders. He turned his head and met Akaashi's gaze with weary, well rested eyes. Akaashi pulled Bokuto back inside. The movie was well over two hours in, nearing its end, and Bokuto lay on his side, curled up and clutching the blanket with what little strength he had left. The words left his mouth reluctantly. I thought it was what you wanted". ], [I know! Akaashi pursed his lips and nodded once. "How many words are there? He was glad that Akaashi found company in him. His answer was cold, but it did not seem to cut through the other's pleasant mood. I don't think I've ever heard you laugh, or seen you smile for that matter. He was undone. "Do you still think that you are the best?" Of all the things that Bokuto found most endearing of the movie, Akaashi never thought it would be that. "Drowning in something black, sort of like tar. Gazing up at Akaashi, Bokuto frowned and tried to form some words, but failed in the end. Akaashi raised his eyebrows. "Well alright Koutarou, why do you like Cloud Atlas so much?" "I did" He paused for a moment. Something told him that those words weren't meant for the movie, but Akaashi shoved this thought away. "Shit- shit." He commented softly, leaning back in his seat. He didn't want to be the one to say no to someone who had little to nothing left in his life. Finding a breath between his laughter, Akaashi managed to speak. Bokuto blinked slowly. Akaashi didn't know why he had this effect on him, but he did, and that was all that mattered to him. He found it strange, how Bokuto was the one walking around when he was the sick one out of the lot. "What's up, guys? right so, bokuto passes away while akaashi is in his hands, and basically at the end i'm pretty sure akaashi has a hallucination of bokuto where he says "I found you." What sat upon the screen was not what he thought it would be, but rather A simple compliment. He needed something anything to say to Bokuto, just so that he could liberate himself of the horrid feeling that threatened to overtake him. Over the span of the six days, Akaashi found that the only things Bokuto could manage to swallow were small snacks, like grapes, ice cubes, and Pocky Sticks that were specifically strawberry flavored. But as each second passed, Akaashi could feel his own pain building up more and more within him. Mentally, he was more than ready to spike, but not so much physically. He was wasting time, asking for something that he did not want in the least. Akaashi looked down and away from Bokuto, then back to the window. We can watch Cloud Atlas again. I can't Sl..eep. He wanted nothing to do with it. stardustcrusader28 i would have to research more about the disease, but bokuto was probably suffering all that day, slowly decaying more and more until he couldn't sustain himself anymore and passed away. Because I wasn't, then. The bright light caused him to squint as he read the message. Those honey-hued eyes took in all that they could of Akaashi's laughing face. He's an okay guy. Hesitating, he turned, pivoting on one foot to stare back at the small one who sat by his lonesome. His hands twitched once, and he moved closer, leaning into Bokuto's touch. His breathing was controlled, much like one of a person's who was actually asleep. ", "Well if you've watched it seven times then why not watch it an eighth time? He did the only thing that he could and nodded again, then closed his eyes, and slightly turned his head away. Looking up at Akaashi with eager eyes, as if he'd been asked the question out of his own free will, Bokuto gladly answered. I hope all is well. It lit Bokuto's face up just enough for Akaashi to take in those healthy features that were staring back at him. Bokuto resisted, standing firm in place. Akaashi leaned his head on his hand, chin resting in his palm. I'll be sure to bring my laptop when I visit. He understood where Akaashi was coming from and didn't even think of holding his icy tone against him. Kenma didn't give him a chance to respond. It was a quiet laugh. The tiny snowflakes deteriorated in the warmth of his palm, leaving a small puddle behind. More than 100,000 cattle were confirmed infected. He thought back to the bags around Bokuto's eyes. Bokuto grumbled to himself. "You seem a bit anxious." "Alright" He closed his eyes. and akaashi replies with "You found me." January 19th, 6:40pm. "It's nice to meet you, Kozume. His face still wore the same shade of red, but he no longer minded this. 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. Work Search: Not in the state that he was in. 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. 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. [deleted] 2 yr. ago [removed] Akaashi asked sincerely. i literally have never watched a single episode of this anime nor do i have any emotional connection to these characters but wow this is a really pretty and well-written fanfic. He feared that if he did, he wouldn't be able to keep his emotions at bay. Bokuto spoke, his voice peaceful. 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. Why must I always run into the strange ones? At one point, he reached a hand up to grab the beanie off of his head, and he aimlessly chucked it to the ground with force. Everyone came to an unspoken agreement after the one sentence. I wish I could sleep like that again.". He set the drinks down and shuffled into bed, as if trying not to wake the other. He grinned from ear to ear. Is he here?". "I thought you said you weren't ever going to set foot in here again." The ball was tossed back to him, and again, he got back to tossing the ball for Bokuto. "There's something about Bokuto that doesn't sit well with me. "It's freezing." Akaashi snorted softly and leaned back in his seat. Again, if he hadn't known any better, Akaashi would have figured that Bokuto was already fast asleep. He was only a blurred shape now, but Akaashi knew he was still there. "Just Because" He replied in what almost sounded like a surprised tone. He praises others while shouting that he's the best at everything he does. He kicked his legs out of bed and walked across his room to retrieve a thick blanket that sat bundled up in a rolling chair. He had probably lost a bit overtwenty pounds in the two months that passed. The question came out of the blue. He threw the ball to Akaashi. His eyelids drooping and then snapping open again, Bokuto made a small sound. He stared at the wall and bounced one leg up and down as his emotions slowly started to reclaim him. 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. Akaashi placed it in between his fingers, and Bokuto retracted his hand to hold the biscuit snack against himself. His voice was full of excitement as he proceeded to enter the name for his new contact. Kuroo started down the hall, Bokuto trailing after him. He held onto the IV stand with one hand and Akaashi's hand with his other as he hobbled over to the window. He paused for a moment, then spoke up again. Maybe taking him outside for a while would do him some good. His hands at his sides, Bokuto bowed. Did he really think he was admitted to a hospital just because he was having trouble sleeping? His back was facing the door, and Bokuto seemed to have all of his attention on him.
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