"Just breathe with me.". [Uh, sure. Another person walked by at a gradual pace at first, then slowed progressively as they drew near. Of all the things that Bokuto found most endearing of the movie, Akaashi never thought it would be that. I've seen enough." Bokuto whispered. "Of course! He only sniffed on occasion, and shifted in place, but never did he say anything to oppose Akaashi's decision. "I'm not leaving, Koutarou." "You can sit anywhere." Curiosity had sparked within him. He studied the back of Bokuto's head, eying the messy strands of black and white hair that overlapped each other. Akaashi stood from his seat and walked to the windowsill. "I didn't Want you to leave. Here we are. That familiar feeling of dread was rising from deep within him, something Akaashi wanted to forget. "I don't Know much about this Disease. As Akaashi lay there, quiet, listening to Bokuto's strained breathing, he opened his mouth to speak. That had been the fifth time that month where Akaashi had to tear himself out of another nightmare. "Well alright Koutarou, why do you like Cloud Atlas so much?" It was a good idea to have never told them about him after all. ", "He's genuine, kind, and at times, infantile, but that's what makes him so Likeable, I suppose. Thank you, Koutarou, for talking to me me in the hall that day And asking me if I was alright. My home is not a place for you to be right now. I don't regret meeting you.". His arms and legs were stiff, as were his eyes. Akaashi felt his palm- warm, full, caressing the round of his face. Akaashi almost smiled back, and he would have, too, if it hadn't been for the thunder that sounded its arrival from above. He said lightheartedly, his fingers trembling around his phone. Bokuto looked down and twisted his lips to the side. Bokuto stuck his head out of the window slightly and kept it there as the snowflakes fell all around him. He watched Bokuto intently, curious to know what his answer would be. His face looked both shocked and exhausted at the same time. ", "Well if you've watched it seven times then why not watch it an eighth time? He lost the ability to walk a little more than a week ago. So they don't mind. Akaashi lifted his head in subtle interest. ], [You probably fell asleep. Akaashi sat cross legged in the seat adjacent to Bokuto's bed. Bokuto was elated. Kuroo was just as bitter. By the time that movie ends, it'll be six. "Akaashi? I didn't hear what you said" Kenma looked up and was greeted with a front facing camera. He remained in the same position and only moved his hand to wipe at his face again. Why did he want to know his name? He walked home that day with a balled up blanket in his arms, a burgundy scarf around his neck, and nothing more from the hospital. This was so so sad, I cried at the end. Alarmed, he snapped around quickly. It was small and measly, but there. It was a surreal feeling, one that he could never in one million years describe. When would he ever use it again? "Ninety-seven pounds, right? "I hope you don't mind me sleeping." Akaashi watched closely as Bokuto mouthed and typed the name. His eyes were glued to Akaashi's, and Akaashi found that he was unable to look away. 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. It was cold and shook in short bursts. He looked around. He turned his head to look out the window, eyeing the moon timidly. Guilt bubbled up within Akaashi's chest. "Why are you so fond of the snow, Bokuto?". "No. His head was down and his fingers moved swiftly over the buttons on the gaming device that he held in his hands. My face was the only thing sticking out." "I'll show you." "Get over here." YES! He kept himself against Bokuto and held onto him with what little strength he had left in him. Pursing his lips into a thin line, Akaashi looked down and noticed that Kenma had laced his fingers together. If I remember correctly.". "So we were going to step outside for a minute or two in order to get this owl to shut up.". "But I thought you had that nightmare." "I guess you can Just as long as you're feeling better. "It isn't." Thick, white eyebrows raised above yellow hues. His eyes gave away just how much he missed his friend. The other, he had no clue. this broke my heart into tiny little pieces, I really don't know if I will ever be able to recover. Once he saw this, Kenma picked himself up from his seat, put his hands at his side, and bowed his head. His eyes stared forward, uninterested in the information desk several meters from him. Bokuto captured it all, and in no time, he found himself laughing too. Akaashi cast a weary look in Bokuto's direction, gave a nod, and continued on his way until he was out of the building. 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. Their walking then slowed to a halt, and it was then that Akaashi had become aware of the new individual who'd invaded his personal space. Akaashi took a glance out the window, only to instantly throw on his clothes and toss his bag over his shoulders. All he had to offer was a, "The pleasure is mine," before moving forward to try and usher Bokuto back into his room. He pat the empty space next to him animatedly. Complete and utter silence befell them afterwards. "Yes.". He held an air around him as if he were having a normal conversation about the weather. "Good night." He was extremely pale, and somehow thinner than before, but he kept that same smile on his face. Or maybe January? Akaashi stared at his shoes. 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. The hospital AU that no body asked for, but that I took upon myself to write. They sat heavily in the pit of his stomach, churning and pestering him, urging him to throw up. Sho is shown to be a quiet and very polite boy. His hands tensed, relaxed, and rested against his neck. I would have Kenma say bye, too, but-" He turned his head to look around, "He left the room? Akaashi closed his eyes and sighed, swaying absentmindedly in his step, opening his eyes just in time to swiftly avoid colliding with someone. Akaashi cocked his head back to demonstrate this, with his finger tapping his chin. The room was dark, apart from the soft orange glow that his lamp gave off. It was the only normal thing to do, considering how he was the one who was suffering from said disease. All he could do was stare at the melancholic performance that played out before him. This was not what he wanted. "Alright." 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. Bokuto had his head turned away. Bokuto's head lay against Akaashi's shoulder. He could smell his faint scent. He thought back to the bags around Bokuto's eyes. He huffed out a breath and turned around. A stronger laugh broke out from him, rattling his body as he lay down in bed. I am weak.If anyone here has also watched, and enjoyed, the movie Cloud Atlas, then I hope this hits closer to home than usual.I really hope that whoever reads this enjoys. Akaashi bounced the ball off the floor twice. He stalked over to the other side of the bed, where he would be able to look at Bokuto's face. Akaashi swallowed thickly and crossed his hands, rubbing one thumb over the other. He didn't care if it was seven at night, or eight at night, or twelve in the morning, or if the world's clock stopped moving altogether. He pushed Akaashi back this time. I thought you fell asleep.]. He looked around in weary haste, but calmed quickly once his memory had returned to him. Bokuto gathered the navy blue blanket in his arms, and cautiously threw it around his shoulders. Mentally, he was more than ready to spike, but not so much physically. He watched the ball roll further away from them, and expected to see Bokuto trailing it, but instead saw nothing. Bokuto was very different from everyone else Akaashi had ever met before him. It lit Bokuto's face up just enough for Akaashi to take in those healthy features that were staring back at him. "Hello. An 'It's alright,' could be heard from behind him, but it soon faded as Akaashi continued forward. A mere two minutes outside had turned into two hours. Here too" His voice was weaker than before, if possible. "What are you doing?". He eyed the blonde one for quite a while. I'm not quite sure if he dies from a heartbreak or not though, trying to find that out for myself. "I've been insensitive", A laugh bubbled out from Bokuto. You shouldn't be-". "Do you want your scarf back?" "I spiked it perfectly just now! "My room is this way.". "I said come." No one was bothered by him, so there he stood. So he stayed in place, holding onto Bokuto, taking in his company for one last time before he'd never see him again. (does that make sense?). I think the ending is up to interpret, but this is what I thought of. He felt like he could enjoy Kozume's company, what with how his words lacked all form of emotion. His eyes widened as much as they could. We can watch Cloud Atlas again. Bokuto knew this, and now Akaashi did, too. Inhaling deeply, Akaashi lingered in place, then sat down in the empty seat next to Kuroo. "Keep in touch, Akaashi.". Bokuto flinched hard enough to make the bed shake. I know that you know that, too And yet you still stick by me.". Akaashi watched Bokuto, mesmerized by his actions. And I d-don't want you to See it all h-happen.". It's ridiculous.". After a moment, quietly, he spoke. He held it to his nose with some difficulty and breathed in the strawberry scent, then let his arm fall. Eventually, Bokuto drew back his hand and let it fall to his side. Bokuto nodded once more. Akaashi stifled a laugh. "Keep doing what you're doing." People keep saying they cried at the ending but i'm just here dry eyed. Akaashi nodded once, and that was all that Bokuto needed to hear before he ran off to retrieve the ball. He waited for an answer, but did not receive one. At least I'm not the only one now. Pointing a finger down the hall, a small assistant nurse directed Akaashi to a different desk, one where he would be able to find more information on the subject. He dreamt of nothing in particular that night. Bokuto's laughter died down and he closed his eyes. btw, HERES THE DISCORD SERVER!! "You seem to have grown more attached to that Pocky stick than me". In another life. Apathy-kun. He wore a confused expression, wondering just what the other had meant by that word. ", Bokuto pulled away to face his smirking friend. Kuroo echoed the words in agreement. Everything was neat and placed perfectly here and there, giving Akaashi's house a warm atmosphere to it. Do something As if he were one of the living dead, Akaashi forced one leg forward, then the next, until he was touching the bed side. "Just Because" He replied in what almost sounded like a surprised tone. He glared at them intensely with that same placid expression of his, making this look all the more unnerving. 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. Realizing this, Akaashi decided to take action instead and reach out to comfort him, but not even this he could do. Akaashi had to wait almost a minute for Bokuto's response. "Wait, what? Akaashi figured he should stay quiet too. It was an awful thing to do, but Akaashi knew full well that none of it was intentional on Bokuto's part. Bokuto's hands were as cold as ice, causing Akaashi's concern in him to grow even more. Obeying with hesitance, Bokuto shifted towards Akaashi and lay against him, fitting into the curve of his arm. 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. 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. He zipped his jacket up to shield himself from the harsh winds that came his way and advanced forward. He watched Bokuto's fingers curl around the phone, and his hand slowly backed away. Bokuto didn't allow him to finish his sentence as he embraced Akaashi suddenly. He held his breath, then proceeded to ask again. Akaashi stuffed the sheets into his bag. Bokuto's spirits fell, his frown deep. That would be nice. The sky burned a strong, orange glow as the sun set in the distance. You don't look like shit." 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. He found it strange, how Bokuto was the one . Slowly, he reached a hand out and closed it over the twitching one, his four fingers fitting into Bokuto's palm. Akaashi managed the faintest of smiles. "I sort of got to know him through Kuroo's company. He found it much too difficult to say no to Bokuto, but it had to be done. 75. His heart beat a mile a minute, he found it difficult to swallow, and one of his legs bounced up and down rapidly. Very happy to have met you. "What doesn't?" "What are you smiling at?" "Sorry." Again, thank you! ], [I guess. His voice was gentle, light on Bokuto's ears. It shocked him as Akaashi continued. He observed his surroundings once again, having been fascinated by the inside of someone else's home. Akaashi figured it was safe to say that Bokuto had already begun to pull Kenma back in. "They aren't really there." Looking back to Bokuto, he was relieved to see that he still had his attention on the window. He re-read 'Sleep well, Akaashi!' His ability to speak left him soon after. Akaashi placed the box back onto the counter and huffed softly. Finding a breath between his laughter, Akaashi managed to speak. His head rested on mine with the weight of someone's who's unconscious.". Still, he continued. I know Im asking for spoilers but I still want to know the anticipation is killing me! Akaashi could still feel the sensation of his wild white and black hair brushing against his cheek whenever he moved, and the warmth that came from him as he held him close. He removed his slippers and waited at the entrance for his friend to enter. No one was around." It reminded him of his home Bokuto nearly bumped into Akaashi as he stopped to enter his room. Standing still, Akaashi remained in place for quite some time, his legs refusing to carry him further. It was very unsettling. He couldn't bring himself to read over the last four words of the text again and ultimately shut off his phone. He felt as if all the air had been squeezed out of his body by the words that Bokuto had spoken. The hospital AU that no body asked for, but that I took upon myself to write. "I'm fine. ", "It's more than that!" He smoothed his thumb over Bokuto's knuckles. Very much." It almost sounded as if Bokuto were talking to himself. Mildly embarrassed, Bokuto looked away and rubbed his arms. And at such an early damn age, too?" He was kind of difficult to keep up with, and Akaashi felt like this would be a long term sort of thing. In another life. Sorry.]. ", Bokuto couldn't help but guffaw, his head tilting back. What?" He found himself unable to say anything else, figuring that Bokuto wouldn't have anything to say either, but he was wrong. The day was exceptionally cold, but Akaashi was glad to know that the hospital's room provided enough heat to keep Bokuto from freezing over. He carried a look on his face that made him seem more sinister than sincere, and his eyes flitted from Kenma to Akaashi, and then back to Kenma. 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. 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's jaw clenched. Bokuto's eyes widened. I'm taking you back." Lying on his back, he stared at the ceiling. He was grinning. Exhaling heavily, Akaashi turned to look at the desk near his bed. ", "That's the same thing!" Seeing this display unfold before him, Akaashi could barely think. His company did not seem like the type to socialize so openly, so he figured simple inquiries would do just fine, especially if he kept them to a minimum. Often times, however, Akaashi would disagree with his parents, unhappy with the suggestions they'd given him. 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 forced those words away and replaced them with new ones. Thank you for reading, it means a lot that you've read through my work! "I haven't set foot outside in weeks." I think the window will be as far as we can go." He would have laughed if he could. Bokuto's voice was filled to the brim with excitement. He knew full well the name of the disease he had. Kuroo rubbed the lower part of his face with his hand. The pain seared itself into his soul, hindering him, rendering him speechless to a point where he no longer knew what words were. He furrowed his brow and exhaled heavily, his eyes looking down. 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 glanced to the side. Kuroo leaned forward and joined his hands together. 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. "Fine by me! His eyes were half-lidded and glued to the screen, his face void of emotion. Just then, as Akaashi bit down on the inside of his lower lip, he turned his head in time to catch a glimpse of Kenma lowering his head towards Bokuto. "About three hours." Not a word left him, even as he reached a hand up to wipe at his face again. Akaashi drew in a breath, but found that he couldn't say anything. Akaashi looked at his phone to read the sentence. "Stop trying to act like this isn't such a big deal You may not think it is, but I" He paused and reached his arms out to get in another shove. "Ah, I've finally said something funny." "I know you're fond of that movie." rockin' the west coast prayer group; easy bulky sweater knitting pattern. He looked in Akaashi's direction. He returned Bokuto's gaze, then looked down quickly afterwards. His hands quivered as he dug his nails into his knuckles. So I'll just say bye for him! Bokuto curled in on himself and pushed his hands into his hood pocket. I don't want to read them. Despite this, it only seemed to make Bokuto laugh even harder. One of the voices belonged to Bokuto. Akaashi took an unnoticeable step back. On occasion, one or two would land on him, and he would draw his hand in quickly to try and see if he could make out the small pattern on them. He held it up to his ear and waited for the other line to pick up. Bokuto followed briskly. I had no power over it whatsoever. Akaashi grew silent and knitted his fingers together on his stomach, his head relaxing into his pillow. The sound of someone cautiously moving their arm when they didn't wish to wake someone. Strange. "What if they've already found out? The words left his mouth reluctantly. "I don't want you to visit me anymore. He strode to him quickly, cupping the already melting snow in his hands. He looked to the lower right corner of the screen. He tossed the navy blue one to Bokuto, remembering how fond he was of it the last time he'd come over. He started on his way without so much as a second glance in the other's direction. Why do I let him do this? "You're too loud, be quiet." "This is Akaashi. He made it home without so much as a hello to his parents who sat in the living room. Akaashi's parents were intent on having him intern in a hospital nearby, so that he could stockpile more things that would look good on his resume, for future purposes. Devastation weighed down on Akaashi in that instant. Wincing a bit, Akaashi squinted at his phone screen. "We were actually just talking about stepping outside. It worried him enough to get some words out of him. "Keep him company from now on. But now I'm kind of okay with it." 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. Akaashi sighed and lazily dragged his finger along the d-pad. "They used to play volleyball together. It was the last word Kuroo murmured before he stared forward as well, having nothing more to say. Think that I'm beautiful?" He blinked weakly and slid his fingers down the sides of his phone, a sign of weariness that he could not disobey. 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. 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. Bokuto kept silent. He almost didn't want to come today, either. Because of the nightmare? "That was when he learned about the disease. 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. He wanted nothing to do with it. No!" He left the room quickly, leaving Bokuto by his lonesome. "What?". 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. Show him a movie or play a game with him that would result in him to calm down quickly. Bokuto beamed at him with a smile that spoke a thousand words, and his hand reached out to touch Akaashi's cheek. "If you would please listen." He chuckles. sutton united average attendance; You really are straightforward, aren't you? Akaashi shifted to the side to give his visitor more room. He glowered at nothing in particular. His hand held onto one of Bokuto's very thin arms, and his thumb would occasionally rub up and down to comfort him. Furrowing his brow, Akaashi stared at his phone screen and lay his head down sideways. Hesitating for only a second, he reached his hand out and took the device into his hands. Another shudder threatened to rattle him, but he kept himself still, as difficult as that was. ", A laugh escaped Bokuto, the sound curling his lips into a smile. Posted by: Category: Sem categoria . ", "Don't think so. 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. Once there, Bokuto pulled his hand from Akaashi's and leaned it against the windowsill.
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