", "I'm" Kenma's lips puckered in thought. Akaashi took an unnoticeable step back. He sighed his response with a grin. "Hey- Akaashi, right? Hesitating, he turned, pivoting on one foot to stare back at the small one who sat by his lonesome. Akaashi couldn't help but smile back at him. He brought a hand up to push through his black hair, and slowly, his head fell forward. After several minutes, Akaashi closed his laptop and lay back on his bed. I never asked to be emotionally destroyed . He expected to hear a whine of resistance from him, but instead received nothing. [I'm excited for you to come over tomorrow! "Are you tired?". He reached a hand out and found Bokuto's. "You can sit anywhere." Akaashi's eyes lowered, focusing on the arm that was attached to the hand that he was holding. Feeling an amount of guilt build up within his chest, Akaashi pulled out his phone just as quickly as he'd hid it away. Bokuto gave him a look that could only be read as, "I am, aren't I?". "Drowning in something black, sort of like tar. Because I wasn't, then. Bokuto grumbled to himself. I know that I'm a lost cause. A sheepish grin curled Akaashi's lips. This might be confusing, but that's immediately what I thought. He wanted to know if it was real or not. This was so so sad, I cried at the end. He threw the ball to Akaashi. Akaashi set his phone down and leaned back slowly, resting the back of his head against his pillow. But then he spoke up again. He'd never received a faster response in his life. He translated all that his words could not. There's a storm coming. I never asked." But he only swallowed and kept his composure, just as he'd been doing since the day he met Bokuto. Once again, that crippling spell took hold of him, and Akaashi couldn't move, nor could he speak. My face was the only thing sticking out." He was only a blurred shape now, but Akaashi knew he was still there. He didn't get up to alert the nurses, or the doctors, or anyone in the hospital. "Yes.". He wasted no time ascending the steps needed to get to the part of the hospital where he'd almost reached all that time ago. i'm in spain but the s is silent. He didn't want to. "Yeah." "A-p-a-t-h-yk-u-n." Bokuto was close to saving the contact before Akaashi spoke up. He couldn't find his pulse. [deleted] 2 yr. ago [removed] "Yeah, but for all the wrong reasons." "The liquid started flooding into my mouth and nose, and it wasn't until I was suffocating that I forced myself awake.". He swallowed thickly and looked out the window. RandyKrauswasparalyzed.Hisleftsidewasuseless.Buthisrighthandwas1enoughtoliftabuckettohisforehead.Oncehe'dbeenapoliceofficerandownedaprivate-eyeagency.Oncehe . "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. ], [I would hope so. Kuroo's the heavier one. It had been some time since Akaashi set foot into that hospital. But as he thought of it, as he narrowed down the true meanings of both phrases, he ultimately could not decide which of the two were more horrifying. "I spoke to Kuroo most of the time, so it doesn't count.". He pushed Akaashi back this time. He shut his eyes and squeezed his palm. He could feel his heartbeat thumping hard against his chest, as if it wanted to break free. Bokuto's fingers touched at Akaashi's knuckles. Akaashi? 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. ", "It's not." "I wonder if Bokuto knows about all of this." He just hoped that the night wouldn't bring him any malevolent dreams. more depressing than the outsiders. Kuroo rubbed his elbow, irate, and sighed in defeat. "I used to have some insane dreams, too. Akaashi sighed and lazily dragged his finger along the d-pad. He could only watch as those tears fell at a faster pace, down onto his hospital gown and onto the floor. With much effort, he sat up to look at Bokuto. "My parents aren't home.". This earned a gasp from him. Partly be-cause I was too afraid to read up on it. Kuroo would have been concerned if not for finding out what had happened earlier that day. Taking a seat on the edge of the bed, Bokuto rubbed the back of his neck. 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. "I have to go, Bokuto." He pulled out a phone, and to Akaashi's dread, he asked for his phone number. sutton united average attendance; Akaashi was glad to have made it in time. He knew full well the name of the disease he had. Akaashi frowned deeply. 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. "Of this hospital. He tried desperately to hold it in. Frankly speaking, it had no affect on him in the slightest. Heavy raindrops pelted against the window as Bokuto's frantic sounds filled the room. 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. My last memory of Koutaro is already with me, and it will die along with me.". Akaashi reached his arms out and pushed Bokuto away. A sob wretched its way out from Akaashi's throat. Why must I always run into the strange ones? Looking away slowly, Akaashi watched as Bokuto and Kuroo reappeared in the distance. This includes Bokuto and Akaashi, as you already may know. I would like that. He found it much too difficult to say no to Bokuto, but it had to be done. 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. In dismay, Bokuto sat up in bed and slowly reached around his neck to pull off the warm piece of cloth. He thought the video had gone by too quickly, but it had actually lasted a little under thirty seconds. "What doesn't?" Are you busy?". Hesitantly, Akaashi barely managed to wave back before he heard his name being called from that all too familiar room, by that all too familiar voice. I loved this. 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. Bokuto's eyes widened. I didn't hear what you said" Kenma looked up and was greeted with a front facing camera. He ascended those familiar steps, said hello to the familiar faces, and rounded that familiar corner that he knew would lead him to Bokuto's room. ", "I get panic attacks when you're not around," Bokuto answered simple-mindedly. "What? to watch kuroo slowly die was a kind of pain i didn't know existed. His only other choice was to lie there and accept whatever it was the IV liquid had to offer him. The familiar voice made Akaashi's throat tighten. Bokuto beamed at him with a smile that spoke a thousand words, and his hand reached out to touch Akaashi's cheek. He let it fall over his stomach, and there it rested. So please Let me have this.". Akaashi stared at the text message and let out a shaking sigh. A hand reached up to push through his own messy locks. "What's it called?" He had so many things he'd wanted to do with him, so many things he'd wanted to say, but all of those things seemed to have fallen away once the moment had finally come. You really are straightforward, aren't you? But as he spoke about his favorite scene, Akaashi could sense a powerful vibe coming from him One that wasn't there before. He was thinner than before, a large flannel shirt fitting him loosely. Akaashi didn't say another word afterwards. In no time, Bokuto was standing in front of Akaashi, eager in every way to make it to the gymnasium. What normally would have pained someone to say, he delivered with ease, and with that same grin to boot. He ascended the steps to his room, balled his no Bokuto's blanket up into a lump, and dropped it onto his bed along with the scarf. 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. But he couldn't keep it up forever. I don't want to know them. He pressed send and watched the phone carefully, waiting for the small ellipses to appear on the lower left side of the screen. "It isn't." Akaashi almost smiled. His ability to speak left him soon after. 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. He's sick. Akaashi glanced in the direction of where Bokuto was staring. "When have you ever tried to make a joke? Akaashi pointed down the road. Alarmed, he snapped around quickly. And here he is". Long time.". "I'm already in Death row. Haikyuu!! "You've only been here for like, thirty minutes. You shouldn't be-". A grin ghosted across Akaashi's lips as well, but it was quick to vanish. Bokuto was such a strange one. Bokuto was bursting with emotion. Akaashi felt his chest rise. caohezi, soggycereaal, Eclipce_Kitty, sisachoo, Moonlight_Starlight, coffeeeejelly, NagitosOnlyHope, Cat_man, whaleinsea, cupcakehinata, eve_ilDoll, Levida, Hallow_Darkfrost, KeeganIsVeryDead, idyllicjade, aizawasscarf, Bl00d_Gutz404, lemon_lime2021, mxrey, Average_Fangirl330, Mii15, jevil_Jay, linom, Gay_MentallyIll_Rat, jellyforfish, Len_Kiwi, barwinek, Another_Usuario, ry_jv, hyaracinth, si11y1i1y, f4iiries, Melicity, ImmediatelyWriting, Wigglyflapjacks, zhengokokok, hualiansss, ordeal, DinDin_akdifbsidsbdi_human, stxrsprxte, anonymousxbelle, Hypsilon, BubblegumTerminator, DrarryxLover, xumiun, Vas_vlas, Alidareisss, Penepon, FivePointsManhattan, Rey_xx, and 28352 more users "Get back into bed. Unless Bokuto was purposely playing the fool. He zipped his jacket up to shield himself from the harsh winds that came his way and advanced forward. Akaashi figured that Bokuto would keep to himself for the rest of the night, so he put his focus back to trying to sleep. He dug his thumb nail into the side of his index finger and returned his gaze to Bokuto. Though the question was asked clearly, Bokuto didn't make a sound, nor did he move. Absolutely not. He forced those words away and replaced them with new ones. Akaashi shared a bench with Kenma. "What?" The smile on Bokuto's lips grew just a little more, signifying that he'd answered yes to Akaashi's question. Then I'll have to walk you to the hospital before the doctors find out you're missing and lose their minds. When would he ever use it again? "Well alright Koutarou, why do you like Cloud Atlas so much?" Those yellow eyes of his would often dart to the floor, then to the ceiling, around the room, and back to the floor, but he would never look at Akaashi. "So Three hours is nothing." i'm internally SOBBING. He knew that once they found out, they would take Bokuto away from him. But Kuroo insisted." "What would you have chosen to say?". He stared at the ceiling. Akaashi stood from his seat and walked to the windowsill. He made it home without so much as a hello to his parents who sat in the living room. Akaashi, don't give him a hard time, or you and I are going to fucking fight.". He was happy that he'd admitted those words. ", "I am. "You've had two panic attacks this week already, and your hallucinations are getting worse. A subtle, gentle sound. Whenever there's a storm I'll be right here holding you close. This time, Bokuto directed his attention to Akaashi. 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. Another sigh was forced out, even heavier this time. Bokuto plopped onto the mattress right after those words, bumping his head against Akaashi's shoulder. Akaashi laced his fingers together and dug his nails into the backs of his hands. It's a little too late for that, Bokuto." "I can barely keep my eyes open by day, and can barely keep them closed by night." "I don't Know much about this Disease. He held his breath, then proceeded to ask again. It had been three days since Bokuto's passing, and surely enough, sleep did not come to Akaashi as easily as it used to. "I was drowning." ], [Are you calming down? It seemed more along the lines of an act of affection, or at least as affectionate as Kenma could get, which wasn't much. Akaashi stared intensely at the screen, then tore his gaze away and looked back to Bokuto. Stretching out a trembling arm, Akaashi took hold of Bokuto's hand. He stared up at the ceiling and sighed. His head hung low, and his attention belonged only to the handheld system that entertained him. Verffentlicht am 1. It was all still there, but there was something different about it all that puzzled Akaashi. Hang in there, alright? "Do you still think that you are the best?" Akaashi looked down and away from Bokuto, then back to the window. Once he did, Bokuto continued. 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 Akaashi raised his eyebrows. 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. They shared the same navy blue knit blanket and huddled up beneath it, keeping each other warm in the best way that they could. Akaashi shifted, leaning in the direction of where he'd come from. When he had, however, instead of shutting his phone off and trying to force a few hours of sleep upon himself, Akaashi stared at the phone screen longingly, and read the last messages that were sent between them. "Five weeks ago, he was in shambles. Bokuto tucked his hands into the pockets of his hood, his shoulders hunching. His voice was low. It was a dreary place for him, a place he was not fond of, but a place he was obligated to visit. He'd usually ask yes or no questions, ones that were easy for Bokuto to answer with a nod or shake of the head. Bokuto would wince and snap back to reality the way someone would when they dreamt they were falling. That was enough for Akaashi to remove his hand from in front his mouth slowly, moving it to rest it over his chin. It's very good. He would have to close Bokuto's blinds and take his mind off of it somehow. 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. Many words dashed through his mind, but he could only think of three that would be best for him to say to Akaashi. Akaashi relaxed himself against his mattress and closed his eyes, a powerless yawn leaving him. Akaashi bounced the ball off the floor twice. From: Bokuto (Sent July 29th at 11:56 PM). Akaashi yanked his hands away and stared at Bokuto. He nudged the bridge of his nose against the cool skin. "I see" Akaashi nodded once. Bokuto's eyes did the familiar light up thing as he bounded into Akaashi's home. He watched Bokuto intently, curious to know what his answer would be. His eyes read. "I'm fine." He used to be bigger than Kuroo, but now he's the one who's smaller. Bokuto nodded frantically and forced himself to comply with Akaashi, as he always did. "I sort of got to know him through Kuroo's company. (Not my story all credits goes to LittleLuxray on ao3) He just breathed now. Your interest is always appreciated. Sleeping didn't come as easy as it used to. Akaashi stepped in and shut the door behind him. He instead continued to stare in Akaashi's direction with hopeful eyes. Just as those words left Akaashi's mouth, the clouds outside parted, allowing the setting sun's orange light to flood into the room. The question came out of the blue. Akaashi pursed his lips in frustration, but this look quickly vanished as a small laugh fell from his lips. The words echoed in Akaashi's head, as if they'd been spoken aloud. His frustration slowly faded, and all that was left behind upon his pale face was a look of defeat. No one likes to find out that someone they care about is sick Much less diagnosed with a disease that can't be cured.". Several flakes had gathered on the outstretched limb, but they were not quick to melt. His eyes were half-lidded and glued to the screen, his face void of emotion. He meets Bokuto, a patient who has a crippling disease, Fatal familial insomnia, FFI. In a matter of minutes, just as Akaashi had started to fidget, Bokuto spoke up. Akaashi entered the building and greeted the woman at the front desk, as always. The main cause was identified as animal feed including meat and bone meal (MBM) from rendered, and in some cases infected, cows. No one. Akaashi had nothing else to say. Akaashi's grip tightened around his phone. ", Bokuto glanced at him. Those yellow eyes were gleaming. "I don't want to." 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. With one elbow on the bed, he held his phone so that the both of them could see. 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. I couldn't stop, even if I tried. They don't know how to H-heal me, so" From beneath the blanket, Akaashi could see Bokuto's shoulders rise and fall. He was slow to speak up again, but did either way. Bokuto was very different from everyone else Akaashi had ever met before him. It took a moment for Bokuto to focus on him. Several hours had passed since the message from Kuroo, and both Bokuto and Akaashi didn't do much. "It's just A slow, downhill ride f-from here. "Well then, if you had a second chance" Akaashi hesitated. Did you see that?!" "Could you please toss to me some more?". He wouldn't always get answers, Akaashi was aware of this, but he would still ask him things. His head rested on mine with the weight of someone's who's unconscious.". A light hearted laugh bubbled out from deep within his chest, and the sound filled the room as soon as it hit the air. Akaashi muttered. "See you in three hours." It seemed that, after finally hearing his pent up thoughts aloud, they had frayed his nerves more than he thought they would. Did Bokuto know about the lifespan of victims with his condition? "Awful." Weakly, Akaashi parted his lips. "No. left kudos on this work. Healthy. Quietly, he contemplated on whether he wanted to respond or not. Guessing quickly, Akaashi muttered, "One?". The other spoke in a quiet voice, low and brooding. Bokuto's smile never left his face, and his tired eyelids contradicted his facial expression. That toss was perfect!" He was cool to the touch colder than most. It brought him back to his high school days. He couldn't feel it. This time, a weak sound left Bokuto's throat through a closed mouth, and he nodded. Think that I'm beautiful?" Bokuto blinked slowly. Sunlight broke into the room, cascading all along the walls and floor, and casting shadows all around. Nodding once, Akaashi acknowledged Kuroo's words, but did not know how to respond to them. Pursing his lips timidly, Akaashi ceased to speak. Especially before certain volleyball matches." 61.7K 2.6K 3.9K. It was difficult, however, as each time he tried to drift off to sleep, that unnerving fear of having the same dream would jerk him back awake. His hand wobbled so much that it was impossible to decipher which letters he was hitting. I like to think of this as the, of course, depression part of his Bipolar. "You were out for about an hour.". Strange. Bokuto's answer was delayed. He held the same position and felt himself dozing off "I'm sorry." It was very unsettling. Akaashi stifled a laugh. And to have gotten to know you". lamar county tx property search 2 via de boleto Imagine the looks on their faces when they see me coming in from the outside. He didn't care. But even so, Bokuto still suffered from trembling spells, and they would come in small, short bursts and last only several seconds before his body became too weak to keep it up. The hospital AU that no body asked for, but that I took upon myself to write. Exhaling heavily, Akaashi turned to look at the desk near his bed. 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. It took a moment for Bokuto to respond, but after some time, he managed some words. "I just came from there. A shiver racked Akaashi, causing the hairs on the back of his neck to stand. He instead allowed his actions to speak for him. Bokuto swallowed thickly and toyed with the Pocky in his hand. Freezing in his seat, Akaashi read the words ten times over before he finally looked up. "I know that I'm unbearable. I hope you enjoyed thisI researched FFI a lot actually, in order to get a better understanding of it. Once Bokuto noticed this, he turned his head and slowly rolled away. Thick, white eyebrows raised above yellow hues. He held his face against the corpse's neck, just beneath the jawline, breathing in all that was left of Bokuto. The both of them didn't exchange any words after that, ending the conversation just as suddenly as it had started. That's how much he supposedly weighs now? Akaashi picked this up quickly, and he pulled his phone out for Bokuto to use. What was he to say? 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 approached his bedside silently. "No, it's alright. "Kuroo?" "Of course. "That was when he learned about the disease. Akaashi paused and gripped the strap of his bag. Akaashi stared through the stranger. (See the end of the work for more notes.). That was, until he saw a familiar face. "It's not like I would've made any noise," Bokuto all but shouted, following after him. He turned his head to look out the window, eyeing the moon timidly. Surprised, Akaashi gave Bokuto his attention again. Bokuto gathered the navy blue blanket in his arms, and cautiously threw it around his shoulders. Use it.". Pursing his lips, Akaashi let his head fall back into the pillows. I was sobbing so hard at the end I legit thought I was going to pass out. "No. I'm not just some visitor, after all. In Another Life LittleLuxray 4.68 768 ratings185 reviews Sleeping didn't come as easy as it used to. "I'm taking it well, or at least I think I am. I think the ending is up to interpret, but this is what I thought of. Akaashi shifted to the side to give his visitor more room. His hand trembled harder with each passing second, as if the movement would cause Bokuto to wake up.
what disease did, bokuto have in another life
