Akaashi nodded once, and that was all that Bokuto needed to hear before he ran off to retrieve the ball. Kuroo rubbed the lower part of his face with his hand. He looked up, and his gaze found Bokuto's. Akaashi opened the first movie that he had in his computer's memory. Though he'd been dressed in normal, casual clothing, upon further examination, there was indeed something sickly about him. He gripped his phone in his hand and took in a deep breath, filling his lungs with all the air that he could before he exhaled through his nostrils. Once he did, Bokuto continued. No one. He turned his head to look out the window, eyeing the moon timidly. Akaashi looked down and away from Bokuto, then back to the window. He shook his head again, stronger this time. "I see" Akaashi nodded once. Suffers panic attacks because of them. To this, he shifted in closer and allowed his body to relax. Akaashi placed it in between his fingers, and Bokuto retracted his hand to hold the biscuit snack against himself. Akaashi closed his eyes and sighed, swaying absentmindedly in his step, opening his eyes just in time to swiftly avoid colliding with someone. He waited for an answer, but did not receive one. ], [No, more like the clichd kind, where you sit up in bed in a cold sweat. Akaashi pointed down the road. Akaashi felt that his words were a bit bitter, but he had no other way of telling Bokuto the truth. He already knew. Bokuto power walked ahead, obligating Akaashi to catch up to him with a quickened pace, whether he wanted to or not. He thought the video had gone by too quickly, but it had actually lasted a little under thirty seconds. His green eyes then fell to study his paling skin; his veins were easily noticeable now, and they bulged from beneath his flesh whenever he moved. His head was cocked back as he surveyed the gym. He didn't get up to alert the nurses, or the doctors, or anyone in the hospital. "Don't call me that." what disease did, bokuto have in another life. "I said come." Despite him being the one who asked, Bokuto held onto it tightly. Akaashi cocked his head back to demonstrate this, with his finger tapping his chin. A mere two minutes outside had turned into two hours. Kuroo's voice was reserved and reluctant. His voice was full of excitement as he proceeded to enter the name for his new contact. Bokuto held out his own, eager to see if it were true. "I was drowning." Bokuto's smile never left his face, and his tired eyelids contradicted his facial expression. In no time, Bokuto was standing in front of Akaashi, eager in every way to make it to the gymnasium. Akaashi felt his chest rise. In Another Life - LittleLuxray - Haikyuu!! [Archive of Our Own] 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. He felt the need to keep most of his questions at bay. Bokuto swatted Akaashi's hands away. He stalked over to the other side of the bed, where he would be able to look at Bokuto's face. He spoke to Akaashi as if he hadn't had a friend to text in years. He stared in Bokuto's direction, at him this time. "I don't think I want to ask about the symptoms of this illness.". Akaashi would answer his questions coldly, with little to no emotion, but Bokuto would cherish these answers and retort with excitement in his tone. lamar county tx property search 2 via de boleto It was a good idea to have never told them about him after all. "Well now you have. Akaashi woke with a start that same night, his strangled shouts having pulled him from his sleep. It doesn't make any sense.". text me when you're finished! Curiosity had sparked within him. Akaashi hadn't even mustered his first word before Bokuto snapped his head to the side to give him his undivided attention. ", "He's genuine, kind, and at times, infantile, but that's what makes him so Likeable, I suppose. ", "And then they'd turn my room upside down in an attempt to find me. You've got all the right to sleep". "That's interesting". He smiled down at him. Akaashi went straight into the reading. "Do you want to watch a movie?". Another person walked by at a gradual pace at first, then slowed progressively as they drew near. He took several steps back to prepare himself for the toss. "It m-makes me Feel like I'll h-have another life One beyond this one One that's better Wh.. Where I can actually wake up to you and be with y you" A smile played on his pale, thin lips. Anything is fine." Bokuto didn't allow him to finish his sentence as he embraced Akaashi suddenly. His face still wore the same shade of red, but he no longer minded this. In time, Kuroo and Kenma found that it was time for them to make their way back home. Ahhhh I know you didn't tell me to send a video, but, I'm not someone who follows rules." Above, the clouds were dense, and they gathered quickly, casting a dark shroud over Akaashi's path. He looked at Akaashi with heavy lidded eyes. "Yeah." "Because you said you were okay, and I knew you weren't.". I know a gymnasium we can go to], [Is that too long a wait? If I remember correctly.". I miss you especially, Bokuto. "It did at first, when I didn't understand why. 299K 5.7K 29.5K. The black haired male bounced the ball again and walked over to position. After three sets, there was another hit, and another cheer from the former ace. FFI?" Akaashi took a shot at it. See you, Bokuto. I cried several times while typing it, actually. Slowly, Akaashi's laugh eased into a chuckle, and as he sat there in his seat, he looked down at Bokuto with placid eyes. Akaashi pulled his arms in close, wrapping the sheets around himself. So I'll just say bye for him! Kuroo started down the hall, Bokuto trailing after him. Bokuto grumbled to himself. Akaashi didn't say another word afterwards. He couldn't feel it. He said in a hushed voice. His eyes lighting up, Bokuto straightened his back and fished his hand into his pocket. Akaashi stood from his seat and walked to the windowsill. Akaashi's head slumped to the side, in Bokuto's direction. "I'll get us some water." And remember, you're the best." Which makes this review sound negative, BUT!! He inhaled audibly, and Akaashi could hear a scratching sound. You don't have to say it now if you don't want to.". "Thank you." Not even a sentence could get past his suffering. Akaashi placed the box back onto the counter and huffed softly. ", "It's more than that!" The both of them didn't exchange any words after that, ending the conversation just as suddenly as it had started. He watched Bokuto intently, curious to know what his answer would be. So then why was he so cheerful about his entire situation? "Well, even if you wanted to, I wouldn't have an answer for you." He slowly lowered his head and folded his arms. It was the weakest sound Akaashi had ever heard. Bokuto swallowed thickly and toyed with the Pocky in his hand. Akaashi's eyes widened. His thumb aimlessly hovered over the keyboard, thinking of what to type. 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. His hand took Bokuto's own, and he held it gently. haikyuulovestory, xread. So much so that his hands trembled slightly whenever he'd push Akaashi's bangs away. Bokuto was bursting with emotion. Bokuto leaned in and touched his forehead to Akaashi's. "I mean, in your state now, it's a bit clichd, don't you think?" Akaashi never received another message in the remaining hour that he was awake. Thank you for stopping by, your interest means everything to me. 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. I knew this was the most notorious/popular fic in the Haikyuu!! He was getting frustrated. In another life. Kuroo made a grunting noise and had nothing more to say on the subject. His hands at his sides, Bokuto bowed. He waved and jogged out, knowing that if he didn't hurry, he'd have to spend several more minutes trying to catch up to a wandering Kenma. After a moment, he finally spoke. to enjoy it, and okay, maybe you'll regret it when you're crying so hard you might pass out at 3am, but ultimately you'll be glad you read this masterpiece. "It's warm-" Bokuto exhaled and shuddered once he was inside, slipping off his shoes. Bokuto tucked his hands into the pockets of his hood, his shoulders hunching. 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. "You don't have to put that." "It's not like I would've made any noise," Bokuto all but shouted, following after him. Kenma almost murmured the words. Out there, the sickly one trembled like a new born animal, even with the extra jacket that Akaashi had offered him. "I used to have some insane dreams, too. Or maybe not brooding, but more along the lines of apathetic. Stuffing his phone in his pocket, Akaashi shrugged. Akaashi closed his eyes against him. Mildly embarrassed, Bokuto looked away and rubbed his arms. Bokuto's eyes stared forward with an engrossed gaze, his yellow hues taking a mental picture of what he probably would never see again. Partly be-cause I was too afraid to read up on it. He paused. "One, maybe two months at most, if I'm lucky. "He does. They sat heavily in the pit of his stomach, churning and pestering him, urging him to throw up. Akaashi dragged a hand down his face. He translated all that his words could not. Akaashi squeezed his hands together to keep them from shaking uncontrollably. Akaashi frowned deeply. His hand held onto one of Bokuto's very thin arms, and his thumb would occasionally rub up and down to comfort him. ", The male who stood across from Akaashi shifted his weight to one leg. "Setter. Sarayu Suni - In Another Life: Bokuto's POV Lyrics - Genius What was he to do? Everyone came to an unspoken agreement after the one sentence. The day was strangely chilly, with an occasional breeze now and then, causing the browning leaves to rustle in the trees above. He stretched and stifled a yawn, pushed a hand through the mess that was his hair, and relaxed his head against Akaashi's shoulder. I know Im asking for spoilers but I still want to know the anticipation is killing me! Akaashi.". Don't Come telling m-me now that you Have only been coming here every day because y-you wanted to.". "See you in three hours." He directed his attention to a grinning Bokuto who eagerly sat up in bed. He only accepted my company. His frustration slowly faded, and all that was left behind upon his pale face was a look of defeat. In dismay, Bokuto sat up in bed and slowly reached around his neck to pull off the warm piece of cloth. Bokuto's voice was soft, measly, and carried no force to it. Bokuto looked down at Akaashi's hand. "No, it's alright. (Not my story all credits goes to LittleLuxray on ao3) His eyes gave away just how much he missed his friend. ", "Well if you've watched it seven times then why not watch it an eighth time? When Bokuto was like this, Akaashi would normally look away to spare himself the sight of it all. He just breathed now. I guess I can wait that long. Looking down swiftly, Akaashi's sights locked onto his hands. ], [I know! Quietly, he contemplated on whether he wanted to respond or not. I don't think I've ever heard you laugh, or seen you smile for that matter. Akaashi was unhappy with where he was, unhappy with what it was that he was doing. Akaashi balled his hand into a fist, mentally scolding himself for the present lack of emotion in his voice. ", "Because it's three in the morning and I want to fit some sleep into my schedule. 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. He almost didn't want to come today, either. Realizing this, Akaashi decided to take action instead and reach out to comfort him, but not even this he could do. The various identities control a person's behavior at different times. Bokuto kept silent. Bokuto talked quietly in response to Kenma, gave a nod, and smiled. He nudged the bridge of his nose against the cool skin. "I would hope so." "Don't do that." He entered his number swiftly, and then handed the phone to Bokuto, the name section empty. He was paler than before, and the bags under his eyes were darker. Did he really think he was admitted to a hospital just because he was having trouble sleeping? The main cause was identified as animal feed including meat and bone meal (MBM) from rendered, and in some cases infected, cows. He grinned from ear to ear. He reached into his pocket to fish out his phone, and pushed call on one of his contacts. He brought a hand up to push through his black hair, and slowly, his head fell forward. After several seconds, he'd returned to see that Bokuto had changed his position in bed entirely. "I'll show you." Akaashi figured it was safe to say that Bokuto had already begun to pull Kenma back in. "For a guy who's name is Kuroo, he sure is a colorful one." Here we are. Akaashi turned his head slightly, his cheek gently resting on Bokuto's shoulder. DEFINITELY. The familiar voice made Akaashi's throat tighten. Akaashi had to wait almost a minute for Bokuto's response. Exhaling through his nostrils, Akaashi reclaimed his seat in bed, crossing his legs. Akaashi chuckled with Bokuto, folding his arms in the process. He was staring outside at the white clouds that shrouded the skies, mesmerized by just how colorless it made everything seem. "I come to visit and I'm barely paid attention to, but when he comes along, he's given the whole package? His answer was cold, but it did not seem to cut through the other's pleasant mood. "Everything you say is so straightforward. His hands tensed, relaxed, and rested against his neck. what disease did, bokuto have in another life. The taller, dark haired male gestured to them. "I understand. A puff of smoke came from him as he exhaled. The question came out of the blue. "Wait, what? It read: "If I knew those words I spoke a week ago would have been my last, I would have chosen them more carefully.". An old friend." It was then that he started to inaccurately press at words that he was trying to make out. Covid and farm animals: nine pandemics that changed the world Akaashi looked down the hall. He could practically hear the frown in his voice. He pressed his lips into a thin line and fell backwards on his bed. "I'm not coming back to visit him anymore. Bokuto stood at the side of Akaashi's bed. "Nope." It was his best and only way to hide his pain. ", Bokuto glanced at him. Akaashi's eyes widened slightly, and his eyebrows knit together in surprise. Bokuto's voice rang out from the room this time. It squeezed him, threatening to crush him from the inside out. 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. "Yeah." Another two weeks had passed since Akaashi had seen Bokuto, but this time, he waited outside of the hospital, several meters away from the entrance. He could sense the heavy amount of reluctance in each movement that Bokuto's hand carried out. It seemed that, after finally hearing his pent up thoughts aloud, they had frayed his nerves more than he thought they would. 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. For what felt like an eternity, Bokuto typed the words on Akaashi's phone. Akaashi murmured the words and looked Bokuto up and down. He watched as Bokuto's chest rose and fell with each breath that kept him alive. Akaashi watched as the screen went to black, and it was then that he placed the phone back on his nightstand, choosing to ignore the message. "Good" Bokuto eased back and buried his head into his pillow. On the numbingly cold day that was January 3rd, at 8:04 PM, snow had fallen for the first time that year. "You've only been here for like, thirty minutes. He tried to open his mouth to say them, but he performed another action instead. Just what kind of guy was he?

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