Looking back to Bokuto, he was relieved to see that he still had his attention on the window. "I spiked it perfectly just now! So much so that his hands trembled slightly whenever he'd push Akaashi's bangs away. Bokuto's movements were late to this, but he reacted nonetheless as he turned Akaashi's way to touch his chin to the top of his head. He turned his head towards the window, away from Akaashi. Very long. The reflection of ending movie credits could be seen in Akaashi's eyes as they scrolled up along the screen of his laptop. Akaashi shared a bench with Kenma. "I'd dream that I messed up during a spike, and then I'd wake up fuming, and would constantly tell myself that I was the best.". At first, Akaashi thought nothing of it. Both hands had clasped around Bokuto's own now, quavering without pause. That night was no different as Akaashi repeated this action for the twentieth time that day, his thumb scrolling up and down for minutes on end until he finally came to a stop. I was so weak, and it'd gotten to the point where I could barely breath. A small thumb rubbed at the system's screen to remove a smudge. Akaashi managed the faintest of smiles. "Well, I guess that's it for now. His eyes where set forward. Akaashi cast a weary look in Bokuto's direction, gave a nod, and continued on his way until he was out of the building. His face glowed the quietest shade of red, and he tried to hide it from Akaashi. I knew this was the most notorious/popular fic in the Haikyuu!! A hand reached up to push through his own messy locks. 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. Don't worry about it.". Akaashi relaxed then, keeping the sleeping act alive. 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. Bokuto folded his arms. by hatsumix. YES! He was extremely pale, and somehow thinner than before, but he kept that same smile on his face. Has he ever done anything bad? Work Search: Yeah, he left the room. and inhaled with frailty. Akaashi tapped his fingers quietly against his pants. Um" He scratched at his cheek, just below his eye. With what little strength he had left, Bokuto beamed. He smoothed his thumb over Bokuto's knuckles. His voice was gentle, light on Bokuto's ears. In Another Life LittleLuxray 4.68 768 ratings185 reviews Sleeping didn't come as easy as it used to. Akaashi had nothing else to say. I'm not just some visitor, after all. It wasn't like Bokuto to question what he said in such a straightforward fashion. Guilt bubbled up within Akaashi's chest. Three times, Bokuto jolted awake involuntarily, and three times, he covered his eyes with his forearm and heaved a quiet sigh. "I don't want you to grow any m-more attached to me th-than y-you already are. Staring down wide-eyed at the floor of the hospital room, Bokuto fought to find words. Swiftly, Akaashi closed the window, having gathered just enough snow off the edge for him to show to Bokuto. No one. It's Akaashi. He watched as Bokuto's chest rose and fell with each breath that kept him alive. He sighed his response with a grin. Whatever was left of Akaashi's smile faded. He took several steps back to prepare himself for the toss. But then he spoke up again. Akaashi twisted his lips to the side and decided to bring up something else. Akaashi closed his eyes and sighed, swaying absentmindedly in his step, opening his eyes just in time to swiftly avoid colliding with someone. The way his lips curled at the corners, the way his eyes squinted just enough so that only a glint of green could be seen. Asking around here and there, the male put little to no effort in finding out where he could go to sign up for what. The air around Akaashi thickened, and suddenly he found it difficult to breathe. He turned his head to the side, towards Bokuto's. The soft touch of Akaashi's hair against his chin comforted Bokuto, and pulled him into a relaxed state. "It's just how I am. He threw it open and faced Bokuto, who was jogging to him with a smile and a shiver in each step. He placed a hand on his broad back and rubbed gently, hoping to comfort him and to be the stronger of the two. His undivided attention was on Bokuto. You always do.". Are you checking out?". In no time, Bokuto was standing in front of Akaashi, eager in every way to make it to the gymnasium. 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 was now more curious than he'd ever been before. [I'm excited for you to come over tomorrow! His eyes lighting up, Bokuto straightened his back and fished his hand into his pocket. Akaashi frowned and felt that familiar pain pierce his chest. He glared at them intensely with that same placid expression of his, making this look all the more unnerving. "I know that I'm unbearable. He could practically hear the frown in his voice. I know that I'm a lost cause. Akaashi chuckled with Bokuto, folding his arms in the process. He reached a hand out and touched Bokuto's forehead. His back was facing the door, and Bokuto seemed to have all of his attention on him. 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Dissociative disorders are mental disorders that involve experiencing a disconnection and lack of continuity between thoughts, memories, surroundings, actions and identity. "It doesn't matter if you've never met Bokuto before, or if you haven't seen him in ten days, or ten weeks, or ten months, or ten years. Bokuto power walked ahead, obligating Akaashi to catch up to him with a quickened pace, whether he wanted to or not. The practice of. "Then let's go!" His yellow eyes stared at the screen intently. i like how you see the main character develop through their friendship and idk, it made me feel like they were soulmates who had a positive impact on each other. I was just thinking." They didn't speak for a moment, and the room was filled with the hushed sounds of the outside. He pulled the thick blanket over himself with much effort. You're probably just not an emotional person, and that's ok. He watched Bokuto intently, curious to know what his answer would be. 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. "Impressive." Akaashi didn't say another word afterwards. After this, he would repeat the same process, paying little to no mind to the freezing cold that surrounded him. It took all of his power not to flinch when he'd felt the unfamiliar touch. But he only swallowed and kept his composure, just as he'd been doing since the day he met Bokuto. I wish I could sleep like that again.". He leaned into his touch, and his vision began to fade, his eyes welling with tears. The sky burned a strong, orange glow as the sun set in the distance. You need to be protected.". Kuroo didn't seem surprised in the slightest. Kuroo leaned forward and joined his hands together. "Well, even if you wanted to, I wouldn't have an answer for you." So whenever he went silent, an unwelcomed feeling of discomfort found its home within Akaashi. That was six days ago. Ever since Bokuto's last panic attack, it had suddenly become more difficult for him to control his words, movements, and actions altogether. ", "It passed." That he wasn't another one of those illusions his mind would create. Kenma's unconcerned tone contradicted his words, but something told Akaashi that he meant everything he was saying. "I don't like to see him like that, either. I never meant to drag you into my life". Akaashi tried to hide his frown. His head slumped against his shoulder, and both his hands rested on his stomach. His hands quivered as he dug his nails into his knuckles. He gave a mock swing of his arm, as if spiking. He watched Bokuto's fingers curl around the phone, and his hand slowly backed away. Outside, the sky above grew dark as clouds rolled in. "I could ask you the same thing" Akaashi's lips screwed to the side. He paused for a moment, then spoke up again. "I thought you said you weren't ever going to set foot in here again." Minutes passed, and in time, Akaashi could feel Bokuto relaxing against him, the signs of fatigue finally wearing him down. But most of the time, he only sat there and continued to watch nothing. He seemed to be unfazed by many things, and blatant about others, blurting sentences out that didn't seem to have much thought behind them. "No. 75. He waves goodbye to his sister, shuts the door, and then walks to school, taking in a breath of the cool morning air. He found it much too difficult to say no to Bokuto, but it had to be done. With much effort, he sat up to look at Bokuto. I couldn't put Bokuto through all of that. The ball was tossed back to him, and again, he got back to tossing the ball for Bokuto. He glanced to the side. 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. Getting into the groove, Akaashi follows his routine of preparing for school. Akaashi knew that running probably wasn't the best thing that he should have been doing, but he said nothing about it. ", "Exactly, because you belong there!" He pushed his negative thoughts aside and sat himself down in bed, right next to Bokuto. That was enough for Akaashi to remove his hand from in front his mouth slowly, moving it to rest it over his chin. "Is there something wrong with me standing here?" I have have a theory that make he managed to achieve sleep, like w/out twitching awake, and during that sleep he entered a dream phase where he kinda had "the light" moment and passed . Imagine the looks on their faces when they see me coming in from the outside. Akaashi literally found nothing special about Bokuto. "So I figured if you left now You Wouldn't have to And it wouldn't h-hurt so much". Chloe was three years old when she became Chloe Holden, but her adoption didn't scar her, and she's had a great life. He shut his eyes and squeezed his palm. Bokuto was elated. Whenever we did, Kuroo and Bokuto would meet up afterwards and spend time together. "Oh- you can move." It brought him back to his high school days. Just what kind of guy was he? Akaashi had kept his eyes closed for quite a while, trying to fall into a deep sleep, but found that he couldn't, or at least, not as quickly as he thought he could. But sometimes, he wouldn't answer certain questions, despite Akaashi asking them twice. "Were you sick? Akaashi knew this. "I'm often busy. Bokuto's hallucinations had become such a part of him, that he thought the snow outside was just another mind trick. The question came out of the blue. Akaashi hesitated. A mere two minutes outside had turned into two hours. Another shudder threatened to rattle him, but he kept himself still, as difficult as that was. "You will get through this. The cold was no longer a factor to Akaashi. You don't have to say it now if you don't want to.". Bokuto had nothing more to say after that. ", Akaashi scratched his head. "What used to be your position back when you would play?" He was shocked. The day was strangely chilly, with an occasional breeze now and then, causing the browning leaves to rustle in the trees above. Was it bad? "Awful." Akaashi stepped to the side. It's another reason why I didn't want to pay Bokuto any visits." It still smelled like him. 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. "I don't Want you to Watch me decay. Akaashi sighed. I do.". "Insomnia." He almost didn't want to ask the question. I'm trying to detach myself. "Is there something wrong with him? January 19th, 6:40pm. You've got all the right to sleep". He figured it was already past five in the afternoon. His eyes were glued to Akaashi's, and Akaashi found that he was unable to look away. His head rested against the bed, slumped to the side, facing away from Akaashi. "I see." Several hours had passed since the message from Kuroo, and both Bokuto and Akaashi didn't do much. Akaashi figured that Bokuto would keep to himself for the rest of the night, so he put his focus back to trying to sleep. Akaashi couldn't find any words to say at that moment. 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. Akaashi closed his eyes against him. Kuroo spoke to him, and Akaashi listened and often responded. Kuroo's the heavier one. "I'm supposed to be here, actually. You sleep if you want to. Bokuto gazed at Akaashi, almost in wonder. Akaashi felt his chest rise. A stronger laugh broke out from him, rattling his body as he lay down in bed. "What's this?" Akaashi's eyes widened slightly, and his eyebrows knit together in surprise. The words left his mouth reluctantly. The room was dark, apart from the soft orange glow that his lamp gave off. Akaashi stepped in and shut the door behind him. Kenma rubbed his nose with his sleeve. Feeling an amount of guilt build up within his chest, Akaashi pulled out his phone just as quickly as he'd hid it away. Akaashi laced his fingers together and dug his nails into the backs of his hands. "Hey- Akaashi, right? He couldn't stand his parents' persistent natures, but he was somewhat relieved to be out of the house, to say the least. Bokuto captured it all, and in no time, he found himself laughing too. We can watch Cloud Atlas again. sutton united average attendance; He inhaled audibly, and Akaashi could hear a scratching sound. "They used to play volleyball together. "Drowning in something black, sort of like tar. Bokuto's breathing was quiet, and his hand never really remained still for a long time. "Akaashi Keiji." He looked down at Bokuto's phone. I would like that. It's actually snowing.". He placed one hand on the windowsill and squeezed, his knuckles going white. Absolutely not. It was an awful thing to do, but Akaashi knew full well that none of it was intentional on Bokuto's part. "Yeah, I'm-," He turned his head, "Is there someone in there?" There's no stopping you, is there? 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. Long time.". The both of them had sat down long ago, leaving Bokuto and Kuroo to their own business as they wandered about and waved their arms around in their animated way of speaking. "No, I don't think so." Mentally, he was more than ready to spike, but not so much physically. "You seem to have grown more attached to that Pocky stick than me". His hands at his sides, Bokuto bowed. ", Shrugging one shoulder, Akaashi grabbed his phone. Wincing a bit, Akaashi squinted at his phone screen. 299K 5.7K 29.5K. But for what it's worth, my name is Bokuto.". Frail, shaking fingers pushed through his own black and white hair in an attempt to calm himself down, but another thunder clap sounded, louder that time. He circled around the male, apologizing flatly before he continued on. In an attempt to move, he tapped his fingers against his legs at an impatient pace. He looked up, gazed at Akaashi past his bleached blonde bangs, and straightened his back in the slightest way possible. If you watched Haikyuu, and anime, I would definitely recommend this ebook. He almost couldn't find his voice, but when he did, he tried his best to keep it from shaking. He held his face against the corpse's neck, just beneath the jawline, breathing in all that was left of Bokuto. 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. Bokuto flinched hard enough to make the bed shake. He forced those words away and replaced them with new ones. Get help and learn more about the design. "That weather will only hurt you. 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. Akaashi pointed down the road. Akaashi remained in place with the thought in mind that Bokuto would respect his personal space and sit a foot or two away from him, but to his apparent surprise, Bokuto leaned his head on Akaashi's shoulder and slipped an arm around him. "You know Um" He looked down and rubbed his neck roughly, leaving behind deep, red marks. His voice a mere murmur, Akaashi moved closer to Bokuto, then resumed to lie down on his back, his head slightly elevated with the pillows that sat behind him. He was trying everything he could to psych himself into doing at least something to let Bokuto know that he was there for him. Pursing his lips into a thin line, Akaashi looked down and noticed that Kenma had laced his fingers together. He didn't get up to alert the nurses, or the doctors, or anyone in the hospital. ", Akaashi watched him carefully. "Good" Bokuto eased back and buried his head into his pillow. He returned Bokuto's gaze, then looked down quickly afterwards. Sorry.]. Akaashi would answer his questions coldly, with little to no emotion, but Bokuto would cherish these answers and retort with excitement in his tone. "What?" "If it isn't too much trouble, may I come over?". 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. Bokuto's eyes said everything to him. please dont make this flop i has to rearead EVERYTHING just so that i could be in the "feels" making this video. (does that make sense?). "This is Kuroo, a close friend of mine. It took some time, but he finally answered. ", "It's more than that!" He was paler than before, and the bags under his eyes were darker. He was thinner than before, a large flannel shirt fitting him loosely. And at such an early damn age, too?" "Close your eyes for the time being." "And my hallucinations aren't all that bad. The light that came from outside reflected off of Bokuto's teardrops, lighting his face up in the most gentle of ways. I read 5 sad hq ff cz I'm a broken idiot and the galaxy is endless and in another life hurt me on such a deep level. He stared at the ceiling. this is seriously the most depressing thing in the world. 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. No!" 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. (Not my story all credits goes to LittleLuxray on ao3) This was his way of saying he was feeling alright. He was redirecting the pain. Akaashi leaned his head on his hand, chin resting in his palm. My friend is." Thank you for stopping by, your interest means everything to me. Bokuto leaned in and touched his forehead to Akaashi's. 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. He left the room quickly, leaving Bokuto by his lonesome. That was, until he saw a familiar face. There was that, and the fact that Akaashi couldn't help but find Bokuto's smile endearing, no matter how sickly he looked when he wore one. ], [Alright, well We'll just see about that.]. Bokuto kept his finger up, then moved his hand to point it at himself. Akaashi was unhappy with where he was, unhappy with what it was that he was doing. "Nice to meet you, Akaashi. 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. What was he to say? Bokuto's voice was filled to the brim with excitement. "I guess you can Just as long as you're feeling better. Akaashi entered his room and shut the door behind Bokuto. Akaashi heaved a sigh. He shook his head again, stronger this time. "I don't Know much about this Disease. He was much like Akaashi, sitting on the same side of the bed, a good distance apart from his visitor. He tried to aim for it at the very least, but found it difficult to. Bokuto nodded and looked up at Akaashi once again. He only bundled himself up in the sheets that surrounded him. The male across from him did well in hiding the look of offense that almost surfaced upon his face. 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. His movements were uncoordinated and slow, and the only sounds he could manage were meek and most of the time inaudible. ", Akaashi turned his head to face Kuroo. what disease did, bokuto have in another life. "Hm? the chaotic, crazy, happy-when-he's-not-in-emo-mode bokuto crying absolutely broke me. It was a dreary place for him, a place he was not fond of, but a place he was obligated to visit. The ending is Akaashi dreaming, but Bokuto's soul/spirit is with Akaashi in his dream, and Bokuto "found him" In another life. He found it strange, how Bokuto was the one walking around when he was the sick one out of the lot. His hand trembled harder with each passing second, as if the movement would cause Bokuto to wake up. Kuroo rubbed his elbow, irate, and sighed in defeat. He reached a hand out to turn on the lamp that sat on his nightstand.