A subreddit about the volleyball manga written by Furudate Haruichi, Haikyuu!! "I'll show you." Mildly embarrassed, Bokuto looked away and rubbed his arms. He stared up at Akaashi with that smile that never seemed to fade. It had been sent two hours ago. Kenma rubbed his nose with his sleeve. He only bundled himself up in the sheets that surrounded him. From: Kuroo (Sent January 31st at 2:25 PM), [Things could be better. He found some and said them without a second thought. He lost the ability to walk a little more than a week ago. 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 lay his cheek on the top of Akaashi's head and kept still, daring not to wake him. My sister told me to read it, since I really don't cry. ], [I know! He squeezed Akaashi, mashing him closer until he could barely breathe. He lay on his back, with his head on some of Akaashi's pillows. It works for me as well. "Me too" Bokuto's eyes never left Akaashi. 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. Bokuto had his head turned away. He was wasting time, asking for something that he did not want in the least. His movements were uncoordinated and slow, and the only sounds he could manage were meek and most of the time inaudible. [Nightmare? Several hours had passed since the message from Kuroo, and both Bokuto and Akaashi didn't do much. ", Silently, the dark haired male frowned. He hissed the words under his breath, openly frustrated with the situation. "What's this?" It's actually snowing.". Bokuto's voice was soft, measly, and carried no force to it. 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. He said the name with a lack of interest to try and soften the blow, but Akaashi knew that no matter how he approached it, Bokuto would frown when he heard the name. "I would stay if it were up to me. He was glad that Akaashi found company in him. He stared at his knees intensely before Kenma spoke up. He sat at home in bed, with a snug fitting shirt on and his hair an absolute mess. Akaashi sighed. Seeing this display unfold before him, Akaashi could barely think. Akaashi let out a half-assed grunt and continued to stare forward. He smiled. He spoke with a small woman there, and after several minutes had passed, Akaashi backed away from the desk, some sheets of paper in hand. Imagine the looks on their faces when they see me coming in from the outside. His only other choice was to lie there and accept whatever it was the IV liquid had to offer him. It was amazing. 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. "What's the big deal? Eventually, Bokuto drew back his hand and let it fall to his side. My last memory of Koutaro is already with me, and it will die along with me.". He hated how difficult it had become for him to tell apart the real things from the fake ones. "All the people who've contracted this disease eventually die within a year or less" This part was read aloud. Dreaming.". Bokuto did not move a muscle after having seen Akaashi stir. Akaashi inhaled deeply and closed his eyes, his eyebrows knitting together as his brow creased. They go back a couple of years.". Not in front of Bokuto. Akaashi hesitated. Slowly, Akaashi's laugh eased into a chuckle, and as he sat there in his seat, he looked down at Bokuto with placid eyes. Bokuto knew this, and now Akaashi did, too. Taking a seat on the edge of the bed, Bokuto rubbed the back of his neck. He could practically hear the frown in his voice. No words were exchanged for what seemed like forever before Akaashi spoke up. Such an energetic texter, Bokuto was. Akaashi stared intensely at the screen, then tore his gaze away and looked back to Bokuto. Looking back to Bokuto, he was relieved to see that he still had his attention on the window. Akaashi made his way to the hospital for the umpteenth time that week, his hands in his jacket pockets and his nose burying into the burgundy knit scarf that protected him from the chilly weather. He was trying to tell Akaashi something else. Silently and almost in fascination, Bokuto stared at Akaashi once again, longer this time before he looked up, then down, then away. He held them against his frame in the twenty degree weather, and though many people gave him strange looks and watched him side-ways, none of this affected him in the slightest. I honestly dont know what to say Other then Im emotionally destroyed. 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. Blinking, Akaashi turned his attention back to Kuroo and Bokuto. A sheepish grin curled Akaashi's lips. Akaashi shoved his visitor lightly. Other than those things, Bokuto found it nearly impossible to stomach anything else. what disease did, bokuto have in another life. "No. Akaashi was quick to withdraw his hand, but he managed it discretely. Why the hell did this have to happen to him? In dismay, Bokuto sat up in bed and slowly reached around his neck to pull off the warm piece of cloth. Why did he want to know his name? He placed it on the counter near his bedside and buried himself into the blanket that he had so openly shared with Bokuto. I've watched this movie so many times, I actually fell asleep." And to have gotten to know you". Don't you have it in your laptop? Mustering a weak nod, Bokuto's lips curled at the sides just a bit more. It's why I didn't want to come along. But as he thought of it, he figured he couldn't be blamed for it. Bokuto didn't respond. Akaashi pursed his lips and nodded once. He meets Bokuto, a patient who has a crippling disease, Fatal familial insomnia, FFI. Again, he felt the light tapping against his arm. Akaashi made sure to take a mental picture of this before he looked down and closed his eyes. Very long. No words were exchanged for a moment, and soon, the short amount of silence had become awkward. Not me llorando a la 1am por culpa de esto. Those yellow eyes examined everything, adamant with taking all of it in. It squeezed him, threatening to crush him from the inside out. The condition can cause memory loss, delusions or depression. This entire review has been hidden because of spoilers. "Yeah, but for all the wrong reasons." From the background of the video, a low voice could be heard. He kept his weary yellow eyes on Akaashi, waiting for him to nod. "So you must be leaving soon, then.". He spoke to Akaashi as if he hadn't had a friend to text in years. fandom for a reason, but reading it hit so much harder than I anticipated. Bokuto shifted as he lay down, sticking a leg out to kick Akaashi. 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 stood from his seat and walked to the windowsill. He was now more curious than he'd ever been before. He couldn't sleep for about an hour after the text, but ultimately slipped off to sleep. ", "I Don't know." He couldn't sleep because of his honest fascination with him. Stretching out a trembling arm, Akaashi took hold of Bokuto's hand. Unless Bokuto was purposely playing the fool. "Well then, if you had a second chance" Akaashi hesitated. You always do.". Akaashi stopped in his tracks, in front of Bokuto's room. Akaashi's eyes widened. "It's warm-" Bokuto exhaled and shuddered once he was inside, slipping off his shoes. Akaashi entered the building and greeted the woman at the front desk, as always. "Thank you." "But I thought you had that nightmare." Akaashi was dumbfounded. A small thumb rubbed at the system's screen to remove a smudge. "How many words are there? "Keep in touch, Akaashi.". When he was like this, Akaashi would think that he was resting, and he would almost believe that thought until Bokuto would twitch awake again, his body jerking him from what little relaxation he tried to achieve. There was almost a hint of sarcasm in his voice. It took some time, but he finally answered. hasjhjaa currently crying. I most definitely did not sob reading this. stardustcrusader28 i would have to research more about the disease, but bokuto was probably suffering all that day, slowly decaying more and more until he couldn't sustain himself anymore and passed away. From: Bokuto (Sent July 29th at 11:56 PM). to watch kuroo slowly die was a kind of pain i didn't know existed. Ain't that the horror of it all" He rubbed his chin and stalked his way down the hall. Sleep well, Akaashi! His words were as straightforward as they were indifferent. In his silence, Bokuto wept to himself, fat tears rolling down his cheeks in numbers. He tossed the navy blue one to Bokuto, remembering how fond he was of it the last time he'd come over. "I'll get you back to the hospital by seven in the morning.". "Was he ever fond of them? Akaashi frowned heavily as he entered the hospital. Of all the things that Bokuto found most endearing of the movie, Akaashi never thought it would be that. Having been neck deep in his own sorrows, Kuroo was blind to Akaashi's. Akaashi exhaled quickly through his nose, making a sound that was almost like a laugh. Outside, the sky above grew dark as clouds rolled in. 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. He was kind of difficult to keep up with, and Akaashi felt like this would be a long term sort of thing. "I'm fine." I don't want to hear them. Realizing this, Akaashi decided to take action instead and reach out to comfort him, but not even this he could do. He'd usually ask yes or no questions, ones that were easy for Bokuto to answer with a nod or shake of the head. "So I guess I am pretty good at being funny. He turned his head slowly to look at Bokuto, and watched him as he lay in his arms. Akaashi chuckled with Bokuto, folding his arms in the process. ", "Exactly, because you belong there!" That familiar feeling of dread was rising from deep within him, something Akaashi wanted to forget. ], [I guess. He leaned into his touch, and his vision began to fade, his eyes welling with tears. This includes Bokuto and Akaashi, as you already may know. At first, Akaashi thought nothing of it. Akaashi turned to catch a glimpse of him, but he stared off in the distance, his eyes not focusing on anything in particular. "What? He stared at him intently and watched every move he made, to the point where this had captured Akaashi's attention. Akaashi avoided looking into them. The reflection of ending movie credits could be seen in Akaashi's eyes as they scrolled up along the screen of his laptop. Another sigh was forced out, even heavier this time. He suffered no nightmares, nor did he see anything remotely close to a dream. Quietly, he contemplated on whether he wanted to respond or not. His eyes looked down at Bokuto's hands. "I wonder if Bokuto knows about all of this." As Akaashi lay there, quiet, listening to Bokuto's strained breathing, he opened his mouth to speak. His voice was full of excitement as he proceeded to enter the name for his new contact. 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. He motioned for Bokuto to come closer. Akaashi twisted his lips to the side and decided to bring up something else. He sat cross-legged, with a shirt on that was two sizes too big, and a hat that looked as if it had been placed on his head without his consent. Akaashi watched him and zipped up his jacket. It was a quiet laugh. Slowly, he reached a hand out and closed it over the twitching one, his four fingers fitting into Bokuto's palm. Apathy-kun. Akaashi figured he should stay quiet too. Akaashi turned away and frowned. He pushed his negative thoughts aside and sat himself down in bed, right next to Bokuto. "Well, I guess that's it for now. "I haven't set foot outside in weeks." Akaashi's phone vibrated against his forehead.