Akaashi didn't say another word afterwards. Sleeping didn't come as easy as it used to. It was the longest minute he'd ever been forced to sit through. "Setter. At some time while Akaashi was spacing out, the blue blanket that surrounded Bokuto had been pulled up just below his chin, with only his arm hanging out to hold onto Akaashi's hand. He twisted his fingers and pursed his lips, wary of what Kuroo would say next. 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 arms and legs were stiff, as were his eyes. He looked to the lower right corner of the screen. It was small and measly, but there. Akaashi woke with a start that same night, his strangled shouts having pulled him from his sleep. He looked at the message Bokuto had sent him the night before. Though the question was asked clearly, Bokuto didn't make a sound, nor did he move. It was the only normal thing to do, considering how he was the one who was suffering from said disease. He couldn't stand his parents' persistent natures, but he was somewhat relieved to be out of the house, to say the least. He's going to be fine. After this, he would repeat the same process, paying little to no mind to the freezing cold that surrounded him. And even if he didn't show up, he would still spend his days sending messages to Bokuto, be it text, email, or the occasional video chat. "Relax." 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. Kuroo leaned forward and joined his hands together. There's no stopping you, is there? "So we were going to step outside for a minute or two in order to get this owl to shut up.". ", Small tears spilled out of Bokuto's eyes and rolled down his hauntingly placid features. He studied the small needle that was lodged into Bokuto's forearm, eyed the thin tube that was attached to this, and followed it up to the bag of IV fluid that hung above his head. He made his way up the same path, walking swiftly and without pause. He sat in his room for the majority of the day, and had spent at least six hours awake until he'd picked his phone up in his hands again. He touched his forehead to Bokuto's shoulder, which only earned a laugh from him. "I'm sorry. Bokuto leaned in and touched his forehead to Akaashi's. He found it strange, how Bokuto was the one walking around when he was the sick one out of the lot. "For a guy who's name is Kuroo, he sure is a colorful one." I can't eat. But instead, he was greeted with nothing. He pulled and tugged at them restlessly. i was disappointed they didn't fricking kiss and bokuto's death is just the saddest thing in the world. "Kuroo looks happy now. The black haired male bounced the ball again and walked over to position. ", "Because it's three in the morning and I want to fit some sleep into my schedule. I was the only one willing to give it to him." He was undone. "Just breathe with me.". Akaashi cast a weary look in Bokuto's direction, gave a nod, and continued on his way until he was out of the building. But three hours can also feel like seven minutes. Akaashi let out a half-assed grunt and continued to stare forward. Akaashi shifted in his seat, now timid. His lips quivered before he could form his words. "It's not fair. He left the room quickly, leaving Bokuto by his lonesome. Suffers panic attacks because of them. Lying next to Akaashi, a ghostly pale Bokuto smiled. He instead continued to stare in Akaashi's direction with hopeful eyes. He was trying to tell Akaashi something else. To the garden out in the back.". 3) Akaashi died in the end, and meets Bokuto in the afterlife. He kept his eyes on the screen. After a while, he opened his eyes and sighed, then moved across the court to the net. Bokuto's arm unconsciously squeezed Akaashi closer to his side. He was extremely pale, and somehow thinner than before, but he kept that same smile on his face. 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. Bokuto beamed at him with a smile that spoke a thousand words, and his hand reached out to touch Akaashi's cheek. Bokuto found himself smiling. Akaashi stared at his shoes. He forced himself to stand after some time, tapping his fingers against his pants. Akaashi took a glance out the window, only to instantly throw on his clothes and toss his bag over his shoulders. "What was the dream about?". [deleted] 2 yr. ago [removed] "Three words? Was it bad? This might be confusing, but that's immediately what I thought. Has he ever done anything bad? "Of course! Akaashi shifted to the side to give his visitor more room. He breathed in that familiar scent that he'd grown so attached to, then exhaled quietly against Bokuto's prominent collar bone. Stuffing his phone in his pocket, Akaashi shrugged. Akaashi relaxed himself against his mattress and closed his eyes, a powerless yawn leaving him. "I wanted to do s-so many things". People walked by him, around him, up and down the halls, to and fro, but no one seemed to notice him. Freezing in his seat, Akaashi read the words ten times over before he finally looked up. "Because you said you were okay, and I knew you weren't.". On the first night out of the three, Akaashi flat out refused to get any rest in fear of suffering another night terror. "Impossible-" He pulled apart the blinds and looked down. I loved this. "Five weeks ago, he was in shambles. He sighed. Though is was delayed, Akaashi moved on instinct and sat near Kuroo. This story is a heart wrenching major character death story. Akaashi groaned softly and covered his face. He only looked like a tall, thin, black mass now as he stood near the stairway. He was ecstatic. So instead of putting on a sour expression, Akaashi only kept a neutral one, like he always did. Relaxing his head against the crook of Bokuto's neck, Akaashi blinked wearily and stared off into the distance. Very long. His frustration was unmasked. "I see." "So, how was it, watching the movie for the thousandth time?" Bokuto flinched hard enough to make the bed shake. In time, Kuroo and Kenma found that it was time for them to make their way back home. "I know." ], [Alright, well We'll just see about that.]. He feared he wouldn't be able to pull himself out of this state, but then it occurred to him that he was not alone in this. At times, Akaashi would look through the conversations that he'd shared with him. He pressed his lips into a thin line and fell backwards on his bed. Gazing up at Akaashi, Bokuto frowned and tried to form some words, but failed in the end. The tiny snowflakes deteriorated in the warmth of his palm, leaving a small puddle behind. Just what kind of guy was he? Akaashi stifled a laugh. Out in the dead of night stood Bokuto, with the burgundy knit scarf around his neck, a jacket, jeans, and slippers. Bokuto knew this, and now Akaashi did, too. Bokuto didn't allow him to finish his sentence as he embraced Akaashi suddenly. One of the voices belonged to Bokuto. "He turned twenty only three months ago", Akaashi lowered his head. Bokuto knew this, and now Akaashi did, too. He just breathed now. Bokuto chortled quietly and placed his head back on Akaashi's shoulder. The hospital AU that no body asked for, but that I took upon myself to write. "That was your idea of a joke?". His yellow eyes stared at the screen intently. My friend is." It was because of this that he was so surprised when he felt a gentle sensation against his forehead. He whispered softly, his voice shaking in his throat. We can watch Cloud Atlas again. His hands twitched once, and he moved closer, leaning into Bokuto's touch. "It caught me off guard. Akaashi sat at the edge of Kuroo's bed, and he stared out the window without focus. Three times, Bokuto jolted awake involuntarily, and three times, he covered his eyes with his forearm and heaved a quiet sigh. But most of the time, he only sat there and continued to watch nothing. ", "It's more than that!" Both hands had clasped around Bokuto's own now, quavering without pause. I've watched this movie so many times, I actually fell asleep." He wanted the thought to leave his mind. Kuroo scratched the back of his head. He didn't look into any of the rooms. He made it home without so much as a hello to his parents who sat in the living room. Akaashi looked down the hall. He found himself unable to say anything else, figuring that Bokuto wouldn't have anything to say either, but he was wrong. The hospital AU that no body asked for, but that I took upon myself to write. Kuroo would have been concerned if not for finding out what had happened earlier that day. Looking up at Akaashi with eager eyes, as if he'd been asked the question out of his own free will, Bokuto gladly answered. Akaashi watched Bokuto, listening to every word he said. Akaashi dragged a hand down his face. "You tremble when it's seventy degrees in the room. In his silence, Bokuto wept to himself, fat tears rolling down his cheeks in numbers. "I told you I would" He all but murmured against Bokuto's shoulder. What is it?" That familiar feeling of dread was rising from deep within him, something Akaashi wanted to forget. He smiled in Akaashi's direction, bright yellow eyes catching his own. "Don't call me that." what disease did, bokuto have in another lifeturkish airlines flight 981 victims. Akaashi and Bokuto carried a sort of unspoken communication with each other. Mustering a weak nod, Bokuto's lips curled at the sides just a bit more. There was a longing in his eyes that Akaashi couldn't stand to see. "Keep doing what you're doing." Hang in there, alright? Where most people would detach themselves, Bokuto took hold and wouldn't let go, being as persistent as he was energetic. "Take a seat. Despite him being the one who asked, Bokuto held onto it tightly. what disease did, bokuto have in another life. Such an energetic texter, Bokuto was. This is one of the best fics, no, pieces of writing full stop that I've ever read! 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. But as he spoke about his favorite scene, Akaashi could sense a powerful vibe coming from him One that wasn't there before. The night sky had suddenly become a pale blue, and the warm orange glow of the sun slowly spread across the horizon. Several hours had passed since the message from Kuroo, and both Bokuto and Akaashi didn't do much. Why did he lack the understanding of just how serious his condition was? This time, a weak sound left Bokuto's throat through a closed mouth, and he nodded. Realizing this, Akaashi decided to take action instead and reach out to comfort him, but not even this he could do. This was not what he wanted. Bokuto plopped onto the mattress right after those words, bumping his head against Akaashi's shoulder. "Things happen.". "I heard the doctors talking. 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. He could feel his heartbeat thumping hard against his chest, as if it wanted to break free. 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. 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." Bokuto gave him a look that could only be read as, "I am, aren't I?". In seconds, Kenma was down the hall and making his way down the stairs, having completely ignored Kuroo as well. But that still doesn't make me a better person. The same thing happened to him some two and a half months ago. "There's something about Bokuto that doesn't sit well with me. It wasn't necessarily a bow. ", The male who stood across from Akaashi shifted his weight to one leg. Bokuto smiled wide to those words. He looked back down at the game screen. Farmer's Empowerment through knowledge management. He felt him move against his head in response, so he continued. He kept his head down and played the fool, pretending he didn't see Akaashi. A genuine expression made its home on Akaashi's features, and a hand reached up to push through his raven locks. Staring down wide-eyed at the floor of the hospital room, Bokuto fought to find words. Bokuto breathed in deeply, the sound filling the small space around them. He held his breath, then proceeded to ask again. In another life. Bokuto looked down and twisted his lips to the side. A gust of icy wind charged its way into the room in an instant, draining the warmth from everything it touched. tip: austen words:10000-50000 sort:title. "Why not? Or maybe January? He removed his slippers and waited at the entrance for his friend to enter. I do.". Stop asking already. Watching as Bokuto ran forward, Akaashi set the ball perfectly. He pressed pause on his PSP and tapped one end of it against his open palm. When he had, however, instead of shutting his phone off and trying to force a few hours of sleep upon himself, Akaashi stared at the phone screen longingly, and read the last messages that were sent between them. The ending is Akaashi dreaming, but Bokuto's soul/spirit is with Akaashi in his dream, and Bokuto "found him" In another life. And at such an early damn age, too?" He laughed again, louder this time. He circled around the male, apologizing flatly before he continued on. Obeying with hesitance, Bokuto shifted towards Akaashi and lay against him, fitting into the curve of his arm. Surely enough, snow was falling, and in chunks too, but this did not grasp Bokuto's attention. At other times, he would just tell him things that were on his mind. Akaashi's grip tightened around his phone. It took every fiber of his being to keep his voice from trembling. "Bokuto is starting to look less and less like his old self, too. He would have to close Bokuto's blinds and take his mind off of it somehow. The bedsheets crumpled beneath his hands. A light hearted laugh bubbled out from deep within his chest, and the sound filled the room as soon as it hit the air. Akaashi glanced in the direction of where Bokuto was staring. A mere two minutes outside had turned into two hours. This was their unspoken communication. ", Bokuto grinned. I hardly could read because of the tears in my eyes, everything was blurry. "How did he look?" From: Bokuto (Sent July 29th at 11:56 PM). Get help and learn more about the design. Bokuto nodded frantically and forced himself to comply with Akaashi, as he always did. He struggled to raise a hand, and slowly he twirled his index finger in circles at the side of his head. He suffered no nightmares, nor did he see anything remotely close to a dream. Akaashi hadn't even mustered his first word before Bokuto snapped his head to the side to give him his undivided attention. "What's it called?" Akaashi kicked his legs out of bed with much effort and stood on his feet. "I'm not coming back to visit him anymore. "You seem a bit anxious." DEFINITELY. "Goodbye.". Bokuto gazed at Akaashi, almost in wonder. You never miss a day Don't your parents ever ask why you come here so much?