what disease did, bokuto have in another life

His voice was full of excitement as he proceeded to enter the name for his new contact. Akaashi felt his palm- warm, full, caressing the round of his face. 2) After Akaashi fell asleep, he somehow transported to an alternate universe where Bokuto is alive. His breathing evened out and in no time, he could feel himself slipping, slowly, into the warm grasp of sleep, unable to resist. "It's been over three hours, actually. He was ecstatic. He reached a hand out and took Bokuto's hand in his own. And the I found you just shattered my heart like just smash it on the floor and step on it why dont you . In seconds, his hand was calm again. Akaashi did not give him time to react to this as he moved closer still, and when he was close enough, he lowered his head to lean it on Bokuto's shoulder. In what you want to say, I mean?". He didn't know how to react, didn't know what to do or say, but as he searched for the right words to speak, or the right thing to do, Akaashi found himself doing something he didn't expect of himself. Frankly speaking, it had no affect on him in the slightest. This was not what he wanted. I loved this. He couldn't bring himself to read over the last four words of the text again and ultimately shut off his phone. They asked about the blanket and the scarf, but they never asked about Bokuto. "I wonder if Bokuto knows about all of this." Same thing happened to me and now I'm questioning myself. Bokuto nodded once more. Akaashi never knew that Bokuto was one to suddenly sulk on a dime. ", Akaashi nearly scoffed. 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. Nodding once, Akaashi acknowledged Kuroo's words, but did not know how to respond to them. This is one of the best fics, no, pieces of writing full stop that I've ever read! His hand took Bokuto's own, and he held it gently. Again, thank you! "No. Um" He scratched at his cheek, just below his eye. Akaashi couldn't find any words to say at that moment. As Bokuto backed away from the window, Akaashi was quick to close it, locking the bitter night air out of the room for the remainder of the night. "Shit- shit." Sorry.]. An 'It's alright,' could be heard from behind him, but it soon faded as Akaashi continued forward. He brought a hand up to push through his black hair, and slowly, his head fell forward. I've watched this movie so many times, I actually fell asleep." Managing a miserable smile, Akaashi roughly rubbed his palm with his thumb. "What was the dream about?". He waves goodbye to his sister, shuts the door, and then walks to school, taking in a breath of the cool morning air. It was then that Bokuto's eyes blinked in realization, and slowly but surely, he moved his lips to answer. Akaashi watched as one of Bokuto's hands twitched involuntarily, and to his dismay, it wouldn't stop. Taking a seat on the edge of the bed, Bokuto rubbed the back of his neck. Dreaming.". He kept his eyes half-lidded and his movements reserved, clinging onto the false hope that Bokuto wasn't moving because he didn't want to wake him. "Akaa-sh- d-don't-" Bokuto struggled with his breathing. Kuroo bid Bokuto farewell for the time being, while Kenma made his way downstairs to exit the building. He said lightheartedly, his fingers trembling around his phone. Silently and almost in fascination, Bokuto stared at Akaashi once again, longer this time before he looked up, then down, then away. Thank you for stopping by, your interest means everything to me. Ahhhh I know you didn't tell me to send a video, but, I'm not someone who follows rules." 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. Akaashi knew that running probably wasn't the best thing that he should have been doing, but he said nothing about it. At least I'm not the only one now. " Is that why you came here? [Yeah! He drew in a deep breath and blinked away the stinging in his eyes. jackie robinson life and legacy. He didn't know how to deal with him now, so he remained silent. "I look Like shit, I know.". He had no interest in staying where he was. He drags you back in. Bokuto looked down at Akaashi's hand. "What are you doing? This was so so sad, I cried at the end. He must have looked it up at some point, right? "I understand, but I still have to go." He would have to close Bokuto's blinds and take his mind off of it somehow. Akaashi liked it when this happened. 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. For what felt like an eternity, Bokuto typed the words on Akaashi's phone. 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. He looked around and moved his fingers, trying to make out a phone. Kuroo didn't seem surprised in the slightest. DEFINITELY. It was an awful thing to do, but Akaashi knew full well that none of it was intentional on Bokuto's part. His voice was a soft tremor. Forcing a smile of his own, Akaashi tilted his head only slightly. Shut him out, don't let him in. He returned Bokuto's gaze, then looked down quickly afterwards. "I understand. He pushed Akaashi back this time. It squeezed him, threatening to crush him from the inside out. This one.". Bokuto mouthed an "Okay," before backing up several steps. You? Once again, that crippling spell took hold of him, and Akaashi couldn't move, nor could he speak. The words echoed in Akaashi's head, as if they'd been spoken aloud. June 2, 2022 by by Bokuto's eyes widened. That familiar feeling of dread was rising from deep within him, something Akaashi wanted to forget. They felt mandatory now. Thank you for reading, it means a lot that you've read through my work! He rubbed his hands together weakly and tilted his head to the side. "He turned twenty only three months ago", Akaashi lowered his head. "See you in three hours." Akaashi didn't know why he had this effect on him, but he did, and that was all that mattered to him. Often times, however, Akaashi would disagree with his parents, unhappy with the suggestions they'd given him. Such a task as easy as swallowing was now a problem for Bokuto, too, and after many failed attempts at keeping his food down, or getting it to go down in the first place, the nurses found it would be best if Bokuto received nourishment the only other way possible, and that was through a tube. He chuckles. "No you haven't. "Please hold onto it, Bokuto.". Healthy. It was cold. I'm", "Don't." Akaashi was at a loss for words. "Why did you stop so suddenly? Partly be-cause I was too afraid to read up on it. text me when you're finished! Akaashi's phone vibrated against his forehead. It was then that he started to inaccurately press at words that he was trying to make out. We're friends." He felt his heart rate accelerate, and his throat tightened as his vision blurred. However, he is initially listless and pessimistic about his operation, as he has no will to live, thinking . Chloe was three years old when she became Chloe Holden, but her adoption didn't scar her, and she's had a great life. 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. We can watch Cloud Atlas again. Bokuto's fingers touched at Akaashi's knuckles. My last memory of Bokuto will not be of him sharply dressed, pale, stiff, and stuffed in a casket, surrounded by a countless amount of people who did not care for him at all until the day they heard about his death. Obeying with hesitance, Bokuto shifted towards Akaashi and lay against him, fitting into the curve of his arm. Not in front of Bokuto. He probably had a thousand things to say, but he kept them all at bay and instead rolled onto his side, facing away from Akaashi. Akaashi murmured the words and looked Bokuto up and down. There was a longing in his eyes that Akaashi couldn't stand to see. They were the only two in the gym. He looked at Akaashi with heavy lidded eyes. "I know." It's very good. "You're sick, you need medical attention. But three hours can also feel like seven minutes. 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. Kuroo spoke to him, and Akaashi listened and often responded. On that one hand, three fingers stuck out. He suffered no nightmares, nor did he see anything remotely close to a dream. I thought it was what you wanted". He waved and jogged out, knowing that if he didn't hurry, he'd have to spend several more minutes trying to catch up to a wandering Kenma. He whispered softly, his voice shaking in his throat. Once he did, Bokuto continued. The ending is Akaashi dreaming, but Bokuto's soul/spirit is with Akaashi in his dream, and Bokuto "found him" In another life. He has a solid and muscular build. "Let's just go.". "What's up, guys? Tried so hard to keep himself together, but he knew he was too weak to pull such a bluff. When he was like this, Akaashi would think that he was resting, and he would almost believe that thought until Bokuto would twitch awake again, his body jerking him from what little relaxation he tried to achieve. "What are you doing?". "Don't do that." Akaashi groaned softly and covered his face. And just like that, a smile found Bokuto's face again. It had been three days since Bokuto's passing, and surely enough, sleep did not come to Akaashi as easily as it used to. 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. Now on to another one I have noticed. 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. Without a voice, Bokuto couldn't keep up a conversation as well as he used to, no matter how hard he tried. Akaashi muttered. He hated how difficult it had become for him to tell apart the real things from the fake ones. "There's something about Bokuto that doesn't sit well with me. It's another reason why I didn't want to pay Bokuto any visits." I finished this months ago but it still hurts and just thinking about it makes me cry. I never thought I would end up finishing this piece, but I am glad that I did. I never said that I was.". ", Akaashi looked down. Even if it's just a little bit." Thick, white eyebrows raised above yellow hues. "Sure." A grin ghosted across Akaashi's lips as well, but it was quick to vanish. His head was down and his fingers moved swiftly over the buttons on the gaming device that he held in his hands. ", "It's more than that!" He figured it was already past five in the afternoon. I would have Kenma say bye, too, but-" He turned his head to look around, "He left the room? He didn't want to be the one to say no to someone who had little to nothing left in his life. 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 re-read 'Sleep well, Akaashi!' Without hesitation, he ran across the court to retrieve the ball. "My parents are out for a month," he'd unconsciously said, causing Bokuto to go into a begging frenzy to stay over until Akaashi said yes. "Akaashi? He laughed hard, or at least as hard as he could. The same thing happened to him some two and a half months ago. When would he ever use it again? Bokuto's eyes stared forward with an engrossed gaze, his yellow hues taking a mental picture of what he probably would never see again. What is it?" Ten degrees outside.". In another life. He'd be furious with everyone in there, and he knew that the same pain burned within Akaashi, too. He turned his head to the side, towards Bokuto's. Why did he want to know his name? Though the question was asked clearly, Bokuto didn't make a sound, nor did he move. Once they'd reached it, Bokuto resumed his usual position and wrapped the thick blanket around himself, then turned away from Akaashi. He quickly got up from the bed and walked off. He was happy that he'd admitted those words. It was because of this that he was so surprised when he felt a gentle sensation against his forehead. Was it bad? "You were out for about an hour.". "It did at first, when I didn't understand why. Akaashi spoke in a calm, slow voice. ", "I am. "Well, even if you wanted to, I wouldn't have an answer for you." Akaashi squeezed his hands together to keep them from shaking uncontrollably. caohezi, soggycereaal, Eclipce_Kitty, sisachoo, Moonlight_Starlight, coffeeeejelly, NagitosOnlyHope, Cat_man, whaleinsea, cupcakehinata, eve_ilDoll, Levida, Hallow_Darkfrost, KeeganIsVeryDead, idyllicjade, aizawasscarf, Bl00d_Gutz404, lemon_lime2021, mxrey, Average_Fangirl330, Mii15, jevil_Jay, linom, Gay_MentallyIll_Rat, jellyforfish, Len_Kiwi, barwinek, Another_Usuario, ry_jv, hyaracinth, si11y1i1y, f4iiries, Melicity, ImmediatelyWriting, Wigglyflapjacks, zhengokokok, hualiansss, ordeal, DinDin_akdifbsidsbdi_human, stxrsprxte, anonymousxbelle, Hypsilon, BubblegumTerminator, DrarryxLover, xumiun, Vas_vlas, Alidareisss, Penepon, FivePointsManhattan, Rey_xx, and 28352 more users He studied the back of Bokuto's head, eying the messy strands of black and white hair that overlapped each other. Akaashi's eyebrows knit together. Akaashi felt his chest rise. Akaashi sighed and lazily dragged his finger along the d-pad. 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. After that night, things had only gone downhill from then. "I don't want to." He avoided looking at Bokuto altogether. His thumb aimlessly hovered over the keyboard, thinking of what to type. I thought you fell asleep.]. "Could you please toss to me some more?". He faked a smile. 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. His answer was cold, but it did not seem to cut through the other's pleasant mood. He stared at Bokuto and found it difficult to look away. 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. Don't Come telling m-me now that you Have only been coming here every day because y-you wanted to.". "Are you here every day?". Bokuto spoke, his voice peaceful. From his peripheral, Akaashi could see their hand reaching out to him. He translated all that his words could not. 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. No words were exchanged for a moment, and soon, the short amount of silence had become awkward. Akaashi sighed to himself, frustrated with how easily he'd given in to Bokuto's begging. "Everything you say is so straightforward. [Verse 2 . "Hey- Akaashi, right? His hands picked at the small lint rolls that stuck to his sheet. "How does it feel? "I know You hate hosp-itals. He sighed. Gazing up at Akaashi, Bokuto frowned and tried to form some words, but failed in the end. He looked in Akaashi's direction. Akaashi raised his eyebrows. Akaashi had to wait almost a minute for Bokuto's response. Are you feeling better?]. He, too, did not intend on showing up to any funeral. 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. Yeah, he left the room. "I feel the same about this place, honestly." "I'm Holding it now.". My friend is." Akaashi would also murmur quiet things to him from time to time, to keep up a small, often one sided conversation. Bokuto chortled quietly and placed his head back on Akaashi's shoulder. 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. He approached his bedside silently. This time, a weak sound left Bokuto's throat through a closed mouth, and he nodded. "Of course. His mind wouldn't allow him to. "Bokuto is starting to look less and less like his old self, too. He didn't want to talk to anyone. ", "So I can't sleep." It would cause less spasms to grip Bokuto's body, allowing him to unwind more than he usually could. Akaashi could feel Bokuto's enthusiasm through his text messages. The air around Akaashi thickened, and suddenly he found it difficult to breathe. I can.. B-arely speak. WE HAVE TO PLAY TOGETHER.]. You don't need to know a THING about Haikyuu!! 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. They were fingers. "Hm? "Is your bed alright?" "I know you're fond of that movie." "Ha! That he wasn't another one of those illusions his mind would create. what disease did, bokuto have in another life. Apathy-kun. Bokuto moved closer to where Akaashi was standing, all the while still sitting in bed. "I guess you can Just as long as you're feeling better. Inhaling deeply, Akaashi lingered in place, then sat down in the empty seat next to Kuroo. It never failed to comfort Akaashi. But always, he'd receive nothing. His yellow eyes stared at the screen intently. "Sorry." "I thought you were waiting for the snow. Akaashi picked this up quickly, and he pulled his phone out for Bokuto to use. t had been some time since Akaashi set foot into that hospital. "Were you ever friends with Bokuto?" Why do I let him do this? He sighed his response with a grin. As Akaashi said this, he held out an arm, as if readying himself for some sort of hug. Akaashi watched Bokuto, listening to every word he said. "Yeah, I'm-," He turned his head, "Is there someone in there?" Because of the nightmare? Thin lips pressed into an even thinner line. "What would you have chosen to say?". This backfired, however, as the other's hand quickly withdrew. Akaashi sighed. "I said come." ", "Don't think so. Sleeping didn't come as easy as it used to. ], [Alright, well We'll just see about that.]. Akaashi figured that Bokuto would keep to himself for the rest of the night, so he put his focus back to trying to sleep. ", "Not to my knowledge. "About three hours." And I d-don't want you to See it all h-happen.". He didn't get up to alert the nurses, or the doctors, or anyone in the hospital. Whatever was left of Akaashi's smile faded. Once Akaashi had left the hospital, he never looked back. He watched the ball roll further away from them, and expected to see Bokuto trailing it, but instead saw nothing. "Setter. He figured he would tell his parents that the people in the hospital were too occupied with everything else to tend to him. I've heard a lot about you in the short hour that I've been here.". "Well, I'll be going now.". i also really appreciated their dialogue and certain scenes they had together (when they play volleyball + when he sneaks out to visit + seeing the snow + "you are beautiful" through the notes app). I've got time.]. Akaashi's eyes widened slightly, and his eyebrows knit together in surprise. what disease did, bokuto have in another life. He wouldn't show this, but Kuroo's words had hit him harder than he could ever imagine. But in the end, I couldn't move. Akaashi shifted to the side to give his visitor more room. "Hey- hey!" He held his face against the corpse's neck, just beneath the jawline, breathing in all that was left of Bokuto. "Yeah." "You will get through this. He tried to open his mouth to say them, but he performed another action instead. "I don't like to see him like that, either. They were still wrapped up in whatever conversation they were having. 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. A hand reached up to push through his own messy locks. Bokuto knew this, and now Akaashi did, too. Akaashi sat in bed, laptop in his lap, as his fingers scrolled and typed frantically. Sleeping didn't come as easy as it used to. His ability to speak left him soon after. He spoke to Akaashi as if he hadn't had a friend to text in years. Akaashi went straight into the reading. With a heavy heart, he spoke. With what little strength he had left, Bokuto beamed. Kuroo." fandom for a reason, but reading it hit so much harder than I anticipated. Bokuto was bursting with emotion. "So I figured if you left now You Wouldn't have to And it wouldn't h-hurt so much". "Yeah, but Do You think it will snow soon? Akaashi stifled a laugh. Akaashi inhaled deeply and closed his eyes, his eyebrows knitting together as his brow creased. In Another Life LittleLuxray 4.68 768 ratings185 reviews Sleeping didn't come as easy as it used to. No one could hear me. So please Let me have this.". He praises others while shouting that he's the best at everything he does. Bokuto had his head turned away. He'd never received a faster response in his life. ok look. 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. At some point during their walk home from the gym, Akaashi had agreed for Bokuto to spend the night at his house. Akaashi avoided looking into them. His eyes widened as much as they could. He wanted the thought to leave his mind. Akaashi looked down and away from Bokuto, then back to the window. "Ninety-seven pounds, right? His voice was gentle, light on Bokuto's ears. It caused him to open his eyes and look in Akaashi's direction, astonished. He looked at him and exhaled through his nose quietly. It took every fiber of his being to keep his voice from trembling. Bokuto was afraid to wake Akaashi. "Come." 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. The male across from him did well in hiding the look of offense that almost surfaced upon his face. Sometimes when I blink you aren't there anymore" Bokuto rubbed one of his eyes, then the other, and let his hand drop to his sides. "What? It's Akaashi. In another life. and akaashi replies with "You found me." I knew how the book would end but i still cried. He nudged the bridge of his nose against the cool skin. Whole. 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. Two hours had passed since their last words towards each other, yet Akaashi still lay awake in bed. He shut his eyes and squeezed his palm. ], [No, more like the clichd kind, where you sit up in bed in a cold sweat. ", Akaashi's eyes squinted to the words, and he leaned forward in shock. ", "It's not." If you wanna. The both of them didn't exchange any words after that, ending the conversation just as suddenly as it had started. Not even a sentence could get past his suffering. He sat at home in bed, with a snug fitting shirt on and his hair an absolute mess. 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." He spoke with a small woman there, and after several minutes had passed, Akaashi backed away from the desk, some sheets of paper in hand. That's how much he supposedly weighs now? He took in a slow, deep breath and closed his eyes, and his eyebrows knit together for only a second. I showed up to your house unannounced at three in the morning. And here he is". "Don't record me.". His movements were uncoordinated and slow, and the only sounds he could manage were meek and most of the time inaudible. He held his hand up in a "peace sign", and the video ended with him on screen. "Insomnia." Akaashi leaned his head on his hand, chin resting in his palm. "I was drowning." "I'll get you back to the hospital by seven in the morning.". "Take a seat. Bokuto stared at Akaashi sharply. He answered blatantly. Someone with DID has multiple, distinct personalities. It's a long movie, and I've watched it about seven times already. As he walked, he stared at the backs of the two men in front of him. Surely enough, he noticed Kenma sitting in the seat next to Bokuto's bed. Are you alright?". His fingers remained stiff for quite some time as his eyes read the introductory paragraph over and over again. He looked down at Bokuto's phone. ", Akaashi turned his head to face Kuroo. 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 held his breath, then proceeded to ask again.