"Goodbye.". 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. He turned his head slowly to look at Bokuto, and watched him as he lay in his arms. ", He cocked his head to the side. He almost didn't want to come today, either. Akaashi managed to say, staring out into the distance. It had been some time since Akaashi set foot into that hospital. "Ah, I've finally said something funny." He didn't care, nor did he think he would care in the near future. A mere two minutes outside had turned into two hours. He understood how that would be alarming to some people. He would have laughed if he could. 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. (31) 3351-3382 | 3351-3272 | 3351-3141 | 3351-3371. puppies for sale in nc under 200 associe-se. But Akaashi now couldn't find it in himself to sleep. You don't have to say it now if you don't want to.". Once Bokuto noticed this, he turned his head and slowly rolled away. I'm usually around Kuroo, so" He shrugged with little energy. That would be nice. Akaashi's eyes lowered, focusing on the arm that was attached to the hand that he was holding. His hands picked at the small lint rolls that stuck to his sheet. Bokuto covered his mouth and coughed suddenly. Akaashi stepped in and turned his head. "Keep doing what you're doing." "Do you think you can toss to me?". Bokuto whispered. ], [No, more like the clichd kind, where you sit up in bed in a cold sweat. "I was struggling. "Get inside." Bokuto tightened his grasp in that automatic way he always did. 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. They felt mandatory now. "Yes." "Well then, if you had a second chance" Akaashi hesitated. The question came out of the blue. 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. Sleep well, Akaashi! It wasn't like Bokuto to question what he said in such a straightforward fashion. "Is there something wrong with me standing here?" Akaashi lifted his head and looked to his side. I never meant to drag you into my life". He walked ahead quickly, straight into the room. "What are you doing? "Don't record me.". Bokuto plopped onto the mattress right after those words, bumping his head against Akaashi's shoulder. Akaashi tapped his fingers quietly against his pants. 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. But ultimately, they would urge him to carry out the task that had been pushed on him, and one way or another, he'd do it. "I look Like shit, I know.". Akaashi sat up and placed his phone on the counter. I know Im asking for spoilers but I still want to know the anticipation is killing me! "I mean, in your state now, it's a bit clichd, don't you think?" "Let's just go.". ], [No, he can't. Quietly, he contemplated on whether he wanted to respond or not. In a daze, Akaashi's last words were, "Good night, Koutarou," before he slipped off into a deep sleep. A sheepish grin curled Akaashi's lips. 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. 61.7K 2.6K 3.9K. He leaned into his touch, and his vision began to fade, his eyes welling with tears. His undivided attention was on Bokuto. He leaned back in his chair. He knew that once they found out, they would take Bokuto away from him. He zipped his jacket up to shield himself from the harsh winds that came his way and advanced forward. Bokuto pulled off Akaashi's jacket. 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. Dissociative identity disorder (DID) is a mental health condition. Bokuto knew this, and now Akaashi did, too. He started down the hall, sighing heavily, intent on rushing home. Sometimes I think I'm funny. Indifference morphed into curiosity, and said curiosity was what drew Akaashi closer to his new friend. His eyes looked down at Bokuto's hands. He was paler than before, and the bags under his eyes were darker. He praises others while shouting that he's the best at everything he does. 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. Why did he lack the understanding of just how serious his condition was? "I guess you can Just as long as you're feeling better. And even if he could speak, he wouldn't have been able to talk for long considering the state he was in. His hands rested on his stomach, the dark blanket surrounding him from behind, but slipping off just enough for his torso to be exposed. Not me llorando a la 1am por culpa de esto. One of the voices belonged to Bokuto. 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 waves goodbye to his sister, shuts the door, and then walks to school, taking in a breath of the cool morning air. He meets Bokuto, a patient who has a crippling disease, Fatal familial insomnia, FFI. Bokuto swatted Akaashi's hands away. "Oh- you can move." Akaashi relaxed himself against his mattress and closed his eyes, a powerless yawn leaving him. You like volleyball too?! Akaashi flinched. more depressing than the outsiders. But Kuroo insisted." "Well, I'll be going now.". He held his breath, then proceeded to ask again. "I wonder if Bokuto knows about all of this." The black haired male looked up from his hands. ", Small tears spilled out of Bokuto's eyes and rolled down his hauntingly placid features. The air was bitter and cold, and it hit Bokuto like a slap to the face as another gust of wind forced its way into the hospital room. "Hm? The smile on Bokuto's lips grew just a little more, signifying that he'd answered yes to Akaashi's question. 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. He looked at Akaashi with heavy lidded eyes. He stared up at the ceiling and sighed. Very long. He had no interest in staying where he was. and inhaled with frailty. "Was he ever fond of them? But most of the time, he only sat there and continued to watch nothing. What?" If you wanna. "May I ask your name?" what disease did, bokuto have in another life. I know I don't have much time left." Above, the clouds were dense, and they gathered quickly, casting a dark shroud over Akaashi's path. I was so weak, and it'd gotten to the point where I could barely breath. He smiled down at him. When the screen lit up, a text message from Bokuto waited there for him. Gazing up at Akaashi, Bokuto frowned and tried to form some words, but failed in the end. "How many words are there? ], [They think I'm interning. He only sniffed on occasion, and shifted in place, but never did he say anything to oppose Akaashi's decision. If you ever interact with him in even the slightest, you'll be reminded of just how good a person he really is. Akaashi listened to the quickened rate of Bokuto's still beating heart, and knew that this was his response to his words. 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. Bokuto had nothing more to say after that. Bokuto and Kuroo continued to talk animatedly, the both of them out of earshot. He had probably lost a bit overtwenty pounds in the two months that passed. He pressed send and watched the phone carefully, waiting for the small ellipses to appear on the lower left side of the screen. "I'm often busy. He threw the ball to Akaashi. "So Three hours is nothing." From: Bokuto (Sent July 29th at 11:56 PM). "Why do you watch me like that?" 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. He wanted the thought to leave his mind. He was trying to, he truly was, but he just couldn't. The movie was well over two hours in, nearing its end, and Bokuto lay on his side, curled up and clutching the blanket with what little strength he had left. It almost sounded as if Bokuto were talking to himself. The words left his mouth reluctantly. Everyone came to an unspoken agreement after the one sentence. Haikyuu!! The hospital AU that no body asked for, but that I took upon myself to write. Pretty much the only thing wrong with me is that I can't sleep!]. He struggled to raise a hand, and slowly he twirled his index finger in circles at the side of his head. It took some time, but he finally answered. Also, when people say they cried at something, at times it's not literal, it also might mean that it feels like they're going to cry or something like that. I can.. B-arely speak. Bokuto closed his eyes after that, one hand resting on the side of his head. Just what kind of guy was he? "I don't Know much about this Disease. "Awful." I most definitely did not sob reading this. He smiled. Furrowing his brow, Akaashi stared at his phone screen and lay his head down sideways. Akaashi inhaled slowly. Bokuto knew this, and now Akaashi did, too.The hospital AU that no body asked for, but that I took upon myself to write. With barely an ounce of strength left, Bokuto pulled himself up a tad to get a better look outside. "I'm not coming back to visit him anymore. When he exhaled, a puff of smoke left him. Ten degrees outside.". and akaashi replies with "You found me." ", "And then they'd turn my room upside down in an attempt to find me. "I was the team captain, and the ace." Kuroo was just as bitter. They asked him questions. "Do you want your scarf back?" He held it up to his ear and waited for the other line to pick up. He talked about you all the time when he first met y-". Akaashi pulled a solemn face and closed the laptop. "I was drowning." Bokuto kept his finger up, then moved his hand to point it at himself. It was the only normal thing to do, considering how he was the one who was suffering from said disease. Bokuto nodded and looked up at Akaashi once again. (does that make sense?). "Ninety-seven pounds, right? He stared at the ceiling. He pressed his lips into a thin line and fell backwards on his bed. left kudos on this work. Bokuto was the first to notice this, but had also been the last to say anything about it. "I sort of got to know him through Kuroo's company. As Akaashi said this, he held out an arm, as if readying himself for some sort of hug. Bokuto's eyes widened. "Hello. It lit Bokuto's face up just enough for Akaashi to take in those healthy features that were staring back at him. He was undone. His voice was solemn. "Shut up." He rubbed the back of his neck. He only bundled himself up in the sheets that surrounded him. Why?" He was redirecting the pain. Don't you have it in your laptop? "Fine by me! 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. "Then let's go!" At some point during their walk home from the gym, Akaashi had agreed for Bokuto to spend the night at his house. "I would hope so." Akaashi liked it when this happened. He swallowed thick, and turned his head to stare out the window again. Kuroo froze. Akaashi closed his eyes and sighed, swaying absentmindedly in his step, opening his eyes just in time to swiftly avoid colliding with someone. Bokuto knew this, and now Akaashi did, too. Bokuto held out his own, eager to see if it were true. Akaashi would also murmur quiet things to him from time to time, to keep up a small, often one sided conversation. 'Sleep well, Akaashi.' I miss you especially, Bokuto. Kuroo's the heavier one. So he stayed in place, holding onto Bokuto, taking in his company for one last time before he'd never see him again. "Alright." "Yeah. Bokuto inhaled all that he could. Akaashi shared a bench with Kenma. "Don't worry about it." "Bokuto," he whispered. He understood where Akaashi was coming from and didn't even think of holding his icy tone against him. "Bokuto is starting to look less and less like his old self, too. "No you haven't. Turning his attention back to him, Bokuto met Akaashi's gaze. He breathed in that familiar scent that he'd grown so attached to, then exhaled quietly against Bokuto's prominent collar bone. Still, he continued. "You're too loud, be quiet." He didn't look into any of the rooms. Emerald eyes searched Bokuto's own for an honest answer. It took him some time to get down what he wanted to say, but after several minutes, he withdrew his hand. This might be confusing, but that's immediately what I thought. Akaashi looked down and away from Bokuto, then back to the window. "We were actually just talking about stepping outside. He smoothed his thumb over Bokuto's knuckles. It was a dreary place for him, a place he was not fond of, but a place he was obligated to visit. He opened it and pulled one out. He needed something anything to say to Bokuto, just so that he could liberate himself of the horrid feeling that threatened to overtake him. He stared up at Akaashi with that smile that never seemed to fade. Bokuto's head lolled to the side, directing his attention back to the movie. He'd be furious with everyone in there, and he knew that the same pain burned within Akaashi, too. I recommended this book to my friend Sophia, and she cried too. "Isn't that what humans do? Just sleep, it'll pass away [Chorus] In another life I'll be well for you So we can stay up and watch our favorite movie until two In another life I'll chase after you Just like hide and. Especially before certain volleyball matches." "Yeah. ", "Well if you've watched it seven times then why not watch it an eighth time? His eyes gave away just how much he missed his friend. Akaashi relaxed then, keeping the sleeping act alive. Bokuto doesn't do well with those", "Ah" Kuroo looked at the ceiling, as if he would be able to see the clouds from there. "I don't think I want to ask about the symptoms of this illness.". "See, look." Akaashi realized that those smiles he'd seen before were smiles of denial forced grins that tried desperately to trick Bokuto into thinking that everything would be fine. He didn't get up to alert the nurses, or the doctors, or anyone in the hospital. It was a reaction that Akaashi was not expecting in the least, but he played off his surprise and only managed an, "I see.". It was then that he started to inaccurately press at words that he was trying to make out. "Thank you." Akaashi's phone vibrated against his forehead. "I thought you were waiting for the snow. "That's Fine with me." Unconsciously, his hand grasped Akaashi's own, and he dragged it down with his lack of strength, causing both of them to startle. "I miss you guys. I've realized that I don't want to come here anymore. "He does. 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. Hesitating for only a second, he reached his hand out and took the device into his hands. "Because you said you were okay, and I knew you weren't.". Because I wasn't, then. "You chose the perfect night." ", "I do, but I don't want to watch it. He jogged downstairs, slipped his shoes on, and was out the door in seconds, making his way down the familiar route to the hospital. He looked up and grinned, and waved wildly in Akaashi's direction. "Of course." "I don't Want you to Watch me decay. Akaashi said bitterly as he hobbled up the stairs. Not after this. Farmer's Empowerment through knowledge management. "Keep him company from now on. Akaashi inhaled quietly. 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. " Are you here to see Bokuto Koutarou?" He wears a white shirt and blue trousers, and is also seen wearing pyjamas in the movie when it is his bedtime. ", Akaashi looked down. Why must I always run into the strange ones? "Setting an alarm for six AM." "What are you doing?". Don't Come telling m-me now that you Have only been coming here every day because y-you wanted to.". "All of this is so- ugh. He smelled sort of like a hospital. In time, Kuroo and Kenma found that it was time for them to make their way back home. I don't want to hear them. When you're around him, you help him forget.". He stalked over to the other side of the bed, where he would be able to look at Bokuto's face. His hand took Bokuto's own, and he held it gently. As much as it infuriated him, he knew that Bokuto wasn't going to go anywhere unless he let him into his home first. Akaashi couldn't sleep, but it wasn't because of his unfamiliarity with Bokuto that caused this. Several flakes had gathered on the outstretched limb, but they were not quick to melt. RandyKrauswasparalyzed.Hisleftsidewasuseless.Buthisrighthandwas1enoughtoliftabuckettohisforehead.Oncehe'dbeenapoliceofficerandownedaprivate-eyeagency.Oncehe . Akaashi was glad to have made it in time. His head rested against the bed, slumped to the side, facing away from Akaashi. ", Bokuto stared at Akaashi. Thank you for reading, it means a lot that you've read through my work! It was frustrating, it was infuriating, and it was overall saddening, but Akaashi could not show any of this. By the time that movie ends, it'll be six. ", "I am. 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. by | Jun 30, 2022 | niebaum coppola family select | brian allen rams high school | Jun 30, 2022 | niebaum coppola family select | brian allen rams high school The sound of Bokuto's laughter caused Akaashi to turn his head back to him. Akaashi didn't know why he had this effect on him, but he did, and that was all that mattered to him. Bokuto stared down at the white clump of melting ice, and with one finger, he pressed against it to watch it fall apart. "Akaa-sh- d-don't-" Bokuto struggled with his breathing. "There's something about Bokuto that doesn't sit well with me. "I understand. "I used to handle the cold better than this." Ahhhh I know you didn't tell me to send a video, but, I'm not someone who follows rules." Bokuto only complied and stuck his entire arm out instead, watching as each individual snowflake passed around his limb, as if none wanted to touch him. Akaashi nodded once, and that was all that Bokuto needed to hear before he ran off to retrieve the ball. Are you alright?". He translated all that his words could not. An exhausted breath left him, and Akaashi finally fell asleep. He squeezed Akaashi, mashing him closer until he could barely breathe. They were the only two in the gym. "Yes?" Bokuto's hallucinations had become such a part of him, that he thought the snow outside was just another mind trick. Akaashi exhaled quickly through his nose, making a sound that was almost like a laugh. But on rare occasions, there were times when he'd have no choice but to watch Bokuto fall apart at the hands of his illness, and he hated it. "Why not? Whatever was left of Akaashi's smile faded. Out there, the sickly one trembled like a new born animal, even with the extra jacket that Akaashi had offered him. He was thinner than before, a large flannel shirt fitting him loosely. Akaashi couldn't help but almost smile back, his lips barely twitching. "It's your house. "Impossible-" He pulled apart the blinds and looked down. It would shake every so often, and each time it did, Akaashi would squeeze lightly in response. To this, he shifted in closer and allowed his body to relax. Kind of confusing, but good. Finding a breath between his laughter, Akaashi managed to speak. I may not be as sharp as I used to, but that whole 'Time flies when you're having fun,' rule still applies to me, even today.". So much so that his hands trembled slightly whenever he'd push Akaashi's bangs away. 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. ], [You probably fell asleep. He entered his home with Bokuto in a matter of minutes, having walked faster than usual. 5/5 porque cuando lo le me dejo destrozada, no conozco la felicidad desde que le esto, nie wiem w sumie jak to sie stao ale faktycznie sie poryczaam XDDD, Im still crying I loved this but also fu to literally everyone on the internet telling me I needed to read this. "I still miss it though. But instead, he was greeted with nothing. Shifting in his seat, Bokuto pulled himself closer to Akaashi, one hand grasping the blanket that had been given to him. Kuroo rubbed his elbow, irate, and sighed in defeat. No one was bothered by him, so there he stood. littleluxray's writing style is absolutely amazing and i can see why several people love this. It was his attempt at brightening the mood, or "being funny," as some called it, but alas, his words had fallen flat on the ground as he received another silent reply from Bokuto. ", Akaashi nearly scoffed. Akaashi stared on as his mind searched for words.

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