"Yeah, but Do You think it will snow soon? "You've had two panic attacks this week already, and your hallucinations are getting worse. And the I found you just shattered my heart like just smash it on the floor and step on it why dont you . I'll have to watch it again.". "Of course! Bokuto asked aloud, finally pulling his hands from his hood pockets. He has a solid and muscular build. "I'm going straight to sleep.". The same thing happened to him some two and a half months ago. He looked down at Bokuto's phone. Bokuto plopped onto the mattress right after those words, bumping his head against Akaashi's shoulder. Swiftly, Akaashi closed the window, having gathered just enough snow off the edge for him to show to Bokuto. He looked in Akaashi's direction. "Sure." They settled there, deeming Bokuto one of them for the remainder of their frozen lives before they eventually melted or fell away. "About three hours." He hesitated for a moment, but finally spoke up. 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. Bokuto grumbled to himself. It took him some time to get down what he wanted to say, but after several minutes, he withdrew his hand. He repeated the same phrase, finding that it was difficult to search for words at the time. Unless Bokuto was purposely playing the fool. The title for the movie that Bokuto and Akaashi watched in the fanfic "In Another Life" is "Cloud Atlas". Kuroo's the heavier one. Akaashi closed his eyes and heaved out a sigh, feeling more and more hopeless with each passing second. Once he saw this, Kenma picked himself up from his seat, put his hands at his side, and bowed his head. "I don't want you to grow any m-more attached to me th-than y-you already are. "Watch it." Something told him that those words weren't meant for the movie, but Akaashi shoved this thought away. "How many words are there? "Of course. "I wonder if Bokuto knows about all of this." Bokuto refused to budge. "Akaa-sh- d-don't-" Bokuto struggled with his breathing. No one could hear me. "You've been shivering. But Akaashi now couldn't find it in himself to sleep. The words had come as such a shock to Bokuto that he'd paused and looked up at Akaashi. At times, Akaashi would look through the conversations that he'd shared with him. Akaashi swiped and unlocked his phone with trembling hands. There was definitely a storm coming his way, so Akaashi knew that Bokuto would need him. His voice was full of excitement as he proceeded to enter the name for his new contact. His back was facing the door, and Bokuto seemed to have all of his attention on him. He threw it open and faced Bokuto, who was jogging to him with a smile and a shiver in each step. I was actually thinking of taking my leave soon, as well-", "What? Akaashi stepped in and turned his head. "Don't apologize.". It's a little too late for that, Bokuto." Akaashi raised his eyebrows. "Akaashi Keiji." His frustration slowly faded, and all that was left behind upon his pale face was a look of defeat. Playing off of this, Akaashi texted for Kuroo to send an image of himself for Bokuto to see. He only waved goodbye at a staring Akaashi before following his small friend down the stairs. He said lightheartedly, his fingers trembling around his phone. He sighed. Akaashi couldn't sleep, but it wasn't because of his unfamiliarity with Bokuto that caused this. This might be confusing, but that's immediately what I thought. (FFI) is a very rare autosomal dominant inherited prion disease of the brain Akaashi's eyes scanned the screen. Bokuto gave him a look that could only be read as, "I am, aren't I?". Bokuto was such a strange one. "I'm fine." No one likes to find out that someone they care about is sick Much less diagnosed with a disease that can't be cured.". "When have you ever tried to make a joke? Why the hell did this have to happen to him? He reached into his pocket to fish out his phone, and pushed call on one of his contacts. He was now more curious than he'd ever been before. "It's been over three hours, actually. Without a voice, Bokuto couldn't keep up a conversation as well as he used to, no matter how hard he tried. ", Akaashi's eyes squinted to the words, and he leaned forward in shock. Same thing happened to me and now I'm questioning myself. Lying next to Akaashi, a ghostly pale Bokuto smiled. I finished this months ago but it still hurts and just thinking about it makes me cry. He could still remember the small details, like how Bokuto's starry shirt would slip off his shoulder every so often when he stirred in bed, and how the feel of Bokuto's weight on him would take his breath away. He watched as Bokuto's chest rose and fell with each breath that kept him alive. He felt the gentlest of taps against his arm, and he turned his head to meet eyes that were as concerned as they were exhausted. Ones that said, He's not dying. He stared at Bokuto with his lips parted, as if he were going to speak, but ended up speechless. He threw the ball to Akaashi. He paused. He was shocked. [Then I guess I'll see you at the hospital around a week or two from now. Bokuto spoke, his voice peaceful. Sleeping didn't come as easy as it used to. I'm usually around Kuroo, so" He shrugged with little energy. Akaashi pulled Bokuto back inside. So they don't mind. 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. Akaashi placed the box back onto the counter and huffed softly. what disease did, bokuto have in another life. What is it?" 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. "Hi." Akaashi.". But as each second passed, Akaashi could feel his own pain building up more and more within him. "Kuroo?" See you, Bokuto. In a daze, Akaashi's last words were, "Good night, Koutarou," before he slipped off into a deep sleep. 15 jun. "Thank you, Koutarou." He stalked over to the other side of the bed, where he would be able to look at Bokuto's face. "That weather will only hurt you. externally i'm smiling probably because i'm trying to hide all those FEELS. Akaashi could feel Bokuto's enthusiasm through his text messages. He couldn't bring himself to read over the last four words of the text again and ultimately shut off his phone. "I'll show you." Akaashi's eyes lowered, focusing on the arm that was attached to the hand that he was holding. He could only watch as those tears fell at a faster pace, down onto his hospital gown and onto the floor. He turned his head towards the window, away from Akaashi. He wore a grimace upon his reddened face. "Just Because" He replied in what almost sounded like a surprised tone. "Don't cry over it." To this, Bokuto's arm fell and rested lightly on his stomach. Bokuto looked down at Akaashi's hand. I was the only one willing to give it to him." This entire past month hasn't been any different for him, though. It took quite some time for a message from Kuroo to arrive, but when it did, Akaashi realized that he'd sent a video instead of what was initially asked for. Imagine the looks on their faces when they see me coming in from the outside. Akaashi always made sure to hold Bokuto close and squeeze him tight whenever this happened, just to let him know that he was there for him. So much so that his hands trembled slightly whenever he'd push Akaashi's bangs away. His hand wobbled so much that it was impossible to decipher which letters he was hitting. He swallowed once, hoping to get rid of the lump in his throat. "Please, it will only take a second. Watching as Bokuto ran forward, Akaashi set the ball perfectly. His eyes gave away just how much he missed his friend. "What would you have chosen to say?". Don't Come telling m-me now that you Have only been coming here every day because y-you wanted to.". It wasn't necessarily a bow. Bokuto tightened his grasp in that automatic way he always did. He did not seem to take offense easily. Forcing a smile of his own, Akaashi tilted his head only slightly. Bokuto inhaled all that he could. "Sorry." Akaashi couldn't help but almost smile back, his lips barely twitching. ], [I don't know any other way to put it. It had been sent two hours ago. But now I'm kind of okay with it." Statistics Chart Bokuto had his head turned away. "So you must be leaving soon, then.". On that one hand, three fingers stuck out. In his silence, Bokuto wept to himself, fat tears rolling down his cheeks in numbers. "I've been cooped up in this place for too long. Bokuto's disembodied laughter rang throughout the garden, as if to prove Kenma right. "Get over here." He was happy where he was. His eyes looked down at Bokuto's hands. Did you see that?!" He left the room quickly, leaving Bokuto by his lonesome. The ball was tossed back to him, and again, he got back to tossing the ball for Bokuto. Wincing a bit, Akaashi squinted at his phone screen. I'm not sick, but this place makes me feel like I am." "Isn't that what humans do? He brought a hand up to push through his black hair, and slowly, his head fell forward. He turned the chair so that he was now facing Bokuto from the front. He's going to be fine. A trembling, tender laugh escaped Akaashi. He already knew. 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 knew this was the most notorious/popular fic in the Haikyuu!! A puff of smoke came from him as he exhaled. Once they'd reached it, Bokuto resumed his usual position and wrapped the thick blanket around himself, then turned away from Akaashi. While we've done our best to make the core functionality of this site accessible without javascript, it will work better with it enabled. He'd usually ask yes or no questions, ones that were easy for Bokuto to answer with a nod or shake of the head. Standing still, Akaashi remained in place for quite some time, his legs refusing to carry him further. This would have me to conclude that he had Bipolar 1, or possibly Cyclothymia Disorder, which has brief periods of mania and depression. What was he to say? After three sets, there was another hit, and another cheer from the former ace. Akaashi was glad. He shut his eyes and squeezed his palm. So when they say they found each other, I think it means that Bokuto found Akaashi even after he died, and Akaashi knew it was really Bokuto in his dream, so he found Bokuto. Seeing you smile, those amber eyes and your laughs. He slowly lowered his head and folded his arms. 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. "No, it's alright. It was his best and only way to hide his pain. It was one of those "White days", as Bokuto liked to call them, so he paid much more attention to the world beyond the glass than he did to his own confined life in the hospital. I recommended this book to my friend Sophia, and she cried too. Why must I always run into the strange ones? That was six days ago. The other spoke in a quiet voice, low and brooding. But that still doesn't make me a better person. Though the question was asked clearly, Bokuto didn't make a sound, nor did he move. I loved this. "What? I had no power over it whatsoever. Akaashi kicked his legs out of bed with much effort and stood on his feet. Slipping his head down to Bokuto's chest, Akaashi leaned against his frail frame. "You seem a bit anxious." 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. His hand held onto one of Bokuto's very thin arms, and his thumb would occasionally rub up and down to comfort him. It was so weak and feeble, it could barely be heard, but it was there, and Akaashi could hear it, so that was enough for Bokuto. He sighed his response with a grin. People walked by him, around him, up and down the halls, to and fro, but no one seemed to notice him. "Of this hospital. It took time for Akaashi's words to reach him, but when they finally did, his face lit up as he broke out in laughter. On the numbingly cold day that was January 3rd, at 8:04 PM, snow had fallen for the first time that year. It works for me as well. "I see" Akaashi nodded once. 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. Did Bokuto know about the lifespan of victims with his condition? Akaashi murmured the words and looked Bokuto up and down. He figured he would tell his parents that the people in the hospital were too occupied with everything else to tend to him. As much as he didn't want to believe it, Akaashi wanted so badly to help. Keeping his eyes closed, Akaashi took in the feeling of this. Akaashi looked at his phone to read the sentence. [I'm excited for you to come over tomorrow! He could sense the heavy amount of reluctance in each movement that Bokuto's hand carried out. "Hm? He smiled down at him. He laughed hard, or at least as hard as he could. I miss you especially, Bokuto. I'm not quite sure if he dies from a heartbreak or not though, trying to find that out for myself. This was his way of saying he was feeling alright. Akaashi already knew where he had to go. His ability to speak left him soon after. Bokuto's breathing was quiet, and his hand never really remained still for a long time. "I'm not leaving, Koutarou." He was trying to, he truly was, but he just couldn't. Whenever there's a storm I'll be right here holding you close. ", "His entire body was relaxed. He swallowed thick, and turned his head to stare out the window again. He instead allowed his actions to speak for him. 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. With a heavy heart, he spoke. "I'm often busy. It doesn't make any sense.". He kept his breathing controlled and steady for about forty minutes; he looked sound asleep, but was actually drifting between the real world and the dream realm. "Yeah, I'm-," He turned his head, "Is there someone in there?" From his peripheral, Akaashi could see their hand reaching out to him. Furrowing his brow, Akaashi stared at his phone screen and lay his head down sideways. He used to be bigger than Kuroo, but now he's the one who's smaller. [Nightmare? Ridiculous." He stared up at Akaashi with that smile that never seemed to fade. Pursing his lips, Akaashi let his head fall back into the pillows. "Setter. He turned his head to the side, towards Bokuto's. "Shut up." Bokuto's spirits fell, his frown deep. Sho is shown to be a quiet and very polite boy. A subreddit about the volleyball manga written by Furudate Haruichi, Haikyuu!! "Were you sick? " Is that why you came here? I never said that I was.". Bokuto's smile never left his face, and his tired eyelids contradicted his facial expression. He stood there, hesitant, uninterested, indifferent. Pulling his laptop close, Akaashi smoothed his finger along the mouse pad. Akaashi watched as one of Bokuto's hands twitched involuntarily, and to his dismay, it wouldn't stop. "Are you tired?". "See, look." That toss was perfect!" Or maybe January? "Of course I don't. He urged him to keep the blanket around him, but Bokuto insisted that he leave it behind. When Bokuto was like this, Akaashi would normally look away to spare himself the sight of it all. Bokuto stared at Akaashi, his features having gone from disappointed to unaccepting. He hissed the words under his breath, openly frustrated with the situation. In what you want to say, I mean?". "I hope you don't mind me sleeping." Bokuto missed Akaashi's set twelve times. [I'm well, thank you Just catching up on some volleyball things], [VOLLEYBALL?! Pursing his lips into a thin line, Akaashi looked down and noticed that Kenma had laced his fingers together. "What are you doing?". They both seemed to be the same height, but Akaashi couldn't help but realize that Bokuto looked just a bit smaller. I know that I'm a lost cause. Akaashi turned away and frowned. Akaashi and Bokuto carried a sort of unspoken communication with each other. Akaashi leaned his head on his hand, chin resting in his palm. "The liquid started flooding into my mouth and nose, and it wasn't until I was suffocating that I forced myself awake.". His only other choice was to lie there and accept whatever it was the IV liquid had to offer him. In Another Life LittleLuxray 4.68 768 ratings185 reviews Sleeping didn't come as easy as it used to. Of all the things that Bokuto found most endearing of the movie, Akaashi never thought it would be that. 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. Still, he continued to talk. Bokuto held out his own, eager to see if it were true. The sky was already black. It wasn't long before Akaashi had leaned his head on Kuroo's shoulder, as he, too, fell victim to the sorrow that slowly ate him alive. ], [They think I'm interning. He tried to hide his grin with his hand, but it was still visible from the gaps between his fingers. Kenma didn't give him a chance to respond. I do.". He didn't get a response, nor did he see any signs of responding. "They Aren't really there, are they?" The hand that supported his weight against the windowsill trembled without pause, and his other remained outside, shaking in the cold dead of night. With much effort, he sat up to look at Bokuto. He spoke gently in Bokuto's direction. Bokuto curled in on himself and pushed his hands into his hood pocket. Gazing up at Akaashi, Bokuto frowned and tried to form some words, but failed in the end. Akaashi had to wait almost a minute for Bokuto's response. Akaashi closed his eyes and sighed, swaying absentmindedly in his step, opening his eyes just in time to swiftly avoid colliding with someone.