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 watched the ball roll further away from them, and expected to see Bokuto trailing it, but instead saw nothing. No one could hear me. "I see" Akaashi nodded once. It was because of this that he was so surprised when he felt a gentle sensation against his forehead. Akaashi had looked up from his phone and stuffed it into his jacket pocket as the energetic hospital patient made his way across the lot. Bokuto was the first to notice this, but had also been the last to say anything about it. This is why I never read Major Character Death. Akaashi sat in bed and wrapped a sheet around himself. He pulled himself closer to Bokuto, and nudged his face into the warmth of his neck. Bokuto stared at Akaashi, his features having gone from disappointed to unaccepting. The day was strangely chilly, with an occasional breeze now and then, causing the browning leaves to rustle in the trees above. There was nothing. He's going to be fine. Cold. Akaashi lifted his head in subtle interest. I'm not sick, but this place makes me feel like I am." ", Akaashi was straightforward, but he wasn't heartless. When would he ever use it again? Kuroo's the bigger one. "Well alright Koutarou, why do you like Cloud Atlas so much?" He watched as Kuroo walked away, far enough for small details to become blurred. Akaashi forced a smile. Bokuto was afraid to wake Akaashi. It made Akaashi pity him, to say the least. ok look. Bokuto covered his mouth and coughed suddenly. January 19th, 6:40pm. It took a moment for Bokuto to respond, but after some time, he managed some words. It squeezed him, threatening to crush him from the inside out. 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. Kuroo rubbed the lower part of his face with his hand. Anything is fine." He watched the window quietly, paying no mind to his visitor, or so Akaashi thought. It hurt him to think that Bokuto had barely even experienced the joys of a young adult's life before that crippling disease had taken a hold of him. He smelled sort of like a hospital. "I mean, in your state now, it's a bit clichd, don't you think?" Akaashi's eyebrows knit together. His breathing evened out and in no time, he could feel himself slipping, slowly, into the warm grasp of sleep, unable to resist. He looked in Akaashi's direction. He stared at the ceiling. His hands picked at the small lint rolls that stuck to his sheet. Whole. Quietly, he contemplated on whether he wanted to respond or not. "Thank you." I don't want to hear them. Akaashi sighed to himself, frustrated with how easily he'd given in to Bokuto's begging. [I don't believe you on that 'Yeah' part. "I spoke to Kuroo most of the time, so it doesn't count.". Standing at the side of Bokuto's bed, Akaashi glanced to the open door that led to the hallway. The taller, dark haired male gestured to them. A hand reached up to push through his own messy locks. He quickly got up from the bed and walked off. It would shake every so often, and each time it did, Akaashi would squeeze lightly in response. I was so weak, and it'd gotten to the point where I could barely breath. Akaashi let out a half-assed grunt and continued to stare forward. No!" Bokuto knew this, and now Akaashi did, too. He touched his forehead to Bokuto's shoulder, which only earned a laugh from him. He talked about you all the time when he first met y-". It was amazing. "Why not? Loud, though.". Bokuto has round, golden-colored eyes and spiky white-grey hair with black streaks; certain sections of it are done up as if to vaguely conform to that of an animal, strongly amplifying the uncanny resemblance he bears to a horned owl. He spoke just loudly enough for Bokuto to hear him. Bokuto lay there glass-eyed, his welled up tears glinting in the dim lighting of the room. Bokuto didn't respond. He drew in a deep breath and blinked away the stinging in his eyes. He forced himself to stand after some time, tapping his fingers against his pants. Bokuto's voice rang out from the room this time. Bokuto was very different from everyone else Akaashi had ever met before him. "I was the team captain, and the ace." Kuroo finally left the room after four minutes or so, having forgotten that he was supposed to leave in the first place. His breathing was controlled, much like one of a person's who was actually asleep. Wincing, Akaashi turned his head away. ", "I am. "It's nice to meet you, Kozume. He laughed again, louder this time. "What used to be your position back when you would play?" Pretty much the only thing wrong with me is that I can't sleep!]. I don't think I've ever heard you laugh, or seen you smile for that matter. " Is that why you came here? Once he did, Bokuto continued. 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's chortling had been dragged out for a few seconds longer before he, too, quieted down. His yellow eyes stared at the screen intently. "Don't be sorry." He lay on his back, with his head on some of Akaashi's pillows. 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." With one elbow on the bed, he held his phone so that the both of them could see. His face still wore the same shade of red, but he no longer minded this. He blinked sluggishly. Akaashi almost smiled back, and he would have, too, if it hadn't been for the thunder that sounded its arrival from above. Akaashi refused to have reacted to those moments, hoping to spare his visitor the embarrassment of him having seen that. He could still see Bokuto's hand, and it had frozen in place. "It's been over three hours, actually. He turned his head towards the window, away from Akaashi. 61.7K 2.6K 3.9K. "It did at first, when I didn't understand why. He moved forward. "I guess you can Just as long as you're feeling better. If you ever interact with him in even the slightest, you'll be reminded of just how good a person he really is. I didn't cry either I just assumed it was a dreamwhich i really hope it wasotherwise id be so sad, oop i thought it was like, he died and that was the vision he had before dying/was their afterlife. His eyes were glued to Akaashi's, and Akaashi found that he was unable to look away. A sob wretched its way out from Akaashi's throat. "So Three hours is nothing." I never asked to be emotionally destroyed . He wanted healthy friends that he could talk to on a regular basis, not one sick friend who he'd have to invest personal and emotional time into. "No you haven't. Kuroo looked at Akaashi sideways. He exerted more force into his arms, getting Bokuto to take a step back. He looked down, his hair hanging over his face. Akaashi's eyes widened, his emotions now falling victim to a strange mix of fear and fury. His eyes widened as much as they could. Akaashi couldn't help but smile back at him. "Please toss to me again!" "Okay." "I'm supposed to be here, actually. His head was cocked back as he surveyed the gym. Akaashi cast a weary look in Bokuto's direction, gave a nod, and continued on his way until he was out of the building. "Well, even if you wanted to, I wouldn't have an answer for you." Akaashi stood from his seat and walked to the windowsill. Akaashi placed it in between his fingers, and Bokuto retracted his hand to hold the biscuit snack against himself. "Well now you have. Bokuto's hands were as cold as ice, causing Akaashi's concern in him to grow even more. Akaashi was close to holding his breath before Bokuto had finally drew his hand back. That had been the fifth time that month where Akaashi had to tear himself out of another nightmare. Before then, he would normally lose several pounds a week, but ever since the night he'd snuck out, his weight loss could only be described as alarming. Or maybe January? 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. A hand tugged at his shirt weakly. Unknown to Bokuto, he watched him quietly through almost closed eyelids, his thick lashes being enough to hide the fact that he was still awake. "Well then, if you had a second chance" Akaashi hesitated. He turned his phone so that it was facing him, opened his eyes, and read the three words that would haunt him forever. Akaashi couldn't sleep, but it wasn't because of his unfamiliarity with Bokuto that caused this. Akaashi entered the building and greeted the woman at the front desk, as always. Akaashi felt that his words were a bit bitter, but he had no other way of telling Bokuto the truth. ], [I would hope so. "I still miss it though. Akaashi stared intensely at the screen, then tore his gaze away and looked back to Bokuto. I couldn't put Bokuto through all of that. He twisted his body to reach for the box of Pocky that sat on the counter. Bokuto's fingers touched at Akaashi's knuckles. He expected to hear a whine of resistance from him, but instead received nothing. ], [Alright, well We'll just see about that.]. 'All I can say is that sleeping doesn't come as easily as it used to.'. "Ninety-seven pounds, right? 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 placed one hand on the windowsill and squeezed, his knuckles going white. Akaashi stifled a laugh. (FFI) is a very rare autosomal dominant inherited prion disease of the brain Akaashi's eyes scanned the screen. Create an account to follow your favorite communities and start taking part in conversations. "I sort of got to know him through Kuroo's company. Akaashi frowned. In dismay, Bokuto sat up in bed and slowly reached around his neck to pull off the warm piece of cloth. I like to think of this as the, of course, depression part of his Bipolar. I don't want to read them. I am still crying. "Why do you watch me like that?" Still, he continued to talk. ", He cocked his head to the side. He looked to the lower right corner of the screen. He turned his head weakly, and his body along with it. Tokyo needs a little more snow now and then. 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. ", "And then they'd turn my room upside down in an attempt to find me. [Verse 2 . But even if he has, that's not what I meant." I'm trying to detach myself. In what you want to say, I mean?". Unnerved, he spoke up again. It worried him enough to get some words out of him. I'll be sure to bring my laptop when I visit. At that moment, he turned away and walked off, feeling he wouldn't be able to leave if he'd lasted one more second in the room. A trembling, tender laugh escaped Akaashi. In minutes, the information desk was in his sights, and for the first time in forever, he'd actually gone to it. An exhausted breath left him, and Akaashi finally fell asleep. "I am-." Blinking, Akaashi turned his attention back to Kuroo and Bokuto. It shocked him as Akaashi continued. "Hey- Akaashi, right? I loved this. It was very unsettling. Bokuto's voice was soft, measly, and carried no force to it. He furrowed his brow and exhaled heavily, his eyes looking down. Akaashi stared at his shoes. Ten degrees outside.". 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. At other times, he would just tell him things that were on his mind. 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. They are my favorite ship in Haikyuu, so typing this makes little to no sense to me. Akaashi watched curiously as Bokuto's lips quivered into a wide grin, and as the light captured his features, Akaashi realized just how embarrassed Bokuto actually was. Bokuto found himself smiling. Akaashi is a former intern in this hospital, and he loaths it. "Good night." "It isn't." "Let's go then. On the first night out of the three, Akaashi flat out refused to get any rest in fear of suffering another night terror. He'd scroll up, up, up until the first text, then would scroll all the way down again, waiting for the ellipse to appear on the lower left side of the screen. He held the same position and felt himself dozing off "I'm sorry." To this, he shifted in closer and allowed his body to relax. He avoided looking at Bokuto altogether. "I barely ever see it." "Are you here every day?". Furrowing his brow, Akaashi stared at his phone screen and lay his head down sideways. Akaashi leaned his head on his hand, chin resting in his palm. The hand that supported his weight against the windowsill trembled without pause, and his other remained outside, shaking in the cold dead of night. ], [No, more like the clichd kind, where you sit up in bed in a cold sweat. "I thought you were waiting for the snow. Suffers panic attacks because of them. It still smelled like him. He was redirecting the pain. "Fatal Familial Insomnia? Akaashi nodded once, and that was all that Bokuto needed to hear before he ran off to retrieve the ball. It seemed more along the lines of an act of affection, or at least as affectionate as Kenma could get, which wasn't much. I've realized that I don't want to come here anymore. Another sigh was forced out, even heavier this time. I know I don't have much time left." "I don't think I want to ask about the symptoms of this illness.". Once there, Bokuto pulled his hand from Akaashi's and leaned it against the windowsill. People with dissociative disorders escape reality in ways that are involuntary and unhealthy and cause problems with functioning in everyday life.