If he had known that sending simple text messages would have turned into daily hospital visits, then he would have never handed over his cell number. Feeling an amount of guilt build up within his chest, Akaashi pulled out his phone just as quickly as he'd hid it away. Where most people would detach themselves, Bokuto took hold and wouldn't let go, being as persistent as he was energetic. The title for the movie that Bokuto and Akaashi watched in the fanfic "In Another Life" is "Cloud Atlas". It wasn't until Akaashi looked up from his laptop screen that he realized it was snowing heavily outside. This was their unspoken communication. "I can barely keep my eyes open by day, and can barely keep them closed by night." In an attempt to move, he tapped his fingers against his legs at an impatient pace. "I know that I'm unbearable. Press J to jump to the feed. He was much like Akaashi, sitting on the same side of the bed, a good distance apart from his visitor. But as he spoke about his favorite scene, Akaashi could sense a powerful vibe coming from him One that wasn't there before. Taking a seat on the edge of the bed, Bokuto rubbed the back of his neck. Again, thank you! He looked in Akaashi's direction. They were thin and bony, and he could see those smooth blue veins curling over the bones beneath his flesh. He hesitated for a moment, but finally spoke up. It was no doubt that he was larger than Akaashi, but that didn't stop him from fitting in just right. Devastation weighed down on Akaashi in that instant. "It was sudden." Kuroo started down the hall, Bokuto trailing after him. Akaashi and Bokuto carried a sort of unspoken communication with each other. "Keep doing what you're doing." So they don't mind. Curiosity had sparked within him. A gasp escaped Bokuto. It took every fiber of his being to keep his voice from trembling. To this, Bokuto's arm fell and rested lightly on his stomach. On that one hand, three fingers stuck out. Thank you, Koutarou, for talking to me me in the hall that day And asking me if I was alright. "I was struggling. Bokuto stared off in the distance from beyond the net, his face carrying a confused expression. That's how much he supposedly weighs now? "You don't. Same old, same old. btw, HERES THE DISCORD SERVER!! It was strange how the less Bokuto asked, the more Akaashi found himself saying. what disease did, bokuto have in another lifekanawha county board of education. Akaashi entered his room and shut the door behind Bokuto. i was disappointed they didn't fricking kiss and bokuto's death is just the saddest thing in the world. With his hand clinging to his neck, he slowly looked up to find that Akaashi was staring back at him with vacant eyes, void of all known emotion. ", Turning his head, Bokuto looked at Akaashi. "What is it? He would have laughed if he could. Is he here?". I'm trying to detach myself. Still, he continued to talk. "Impossible-" He pulled apart the blinds and looked down. "I Don't Usually text," Akaashi murmured. He glared at them intensely with that same placid expression of his, making this look all the more unnerving. He couldn't bring himself to read over the last four words of the text again and ultimately shut off his phone. Akaashi's eyes lowered, focusing on the arm that was attached to the hand that he was holding. Akaashi never received another message in the remaining hour that he was awake. please dont make this flop i has to rearead EVERYTHING just so that i could be in the "feels" making this video. He was shocked. Bokuto kept his finger up, then moved his hand to point it at himself. A mere two minutes outside had turned into two hours. Whole. He had no interest in staying where he was. Frankly speaking, it had no affect on him in the slightest. 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. "Sure." He turned his head in the opposite direction, facing Akaashi now. When you're around him, you help him forget.". A sugar replacement used in many stevia, monk-fruit, keto and other reduced-sugar products marketed for weight loss and diabetes has been linked to stroke, heart attack and early death, a new . He stared in Bokuto's direction, at him this time. Bokuto turned his head to catch another look out the window. Same thing happened to me and now I'm questioning myself. Looking up at Akaashi with eager eyes, as if he'd been asked the question out of his own free will, Bokuto gladly answered. Are you busy?". He lay his cheek on the top of Akaashi's head and kept still, daring not to wake him. The hospital AU that no body asked for, but that I took upon myself to write. In another life. He couldn't sleep for about an hour after the text, but ultimately slipped off to sleep. No one likes to find out that someone they care about is sick Much less diagnosed with a disease that can't be cured.". "Goodbye.". 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. Keeping his eyes closed, Akaashi took in the feeling of this. His laughter died down along with Akaashi's. He didn't know how to deal with him now, so he remained silent. "I'm fine now.". Akaashi frowned deeply. "That was your idea of a joke?". Akaashi's tone was monotonous, but Kuroo didn't fail to detect the venom that lined each word prior to his last sentence. 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. Bokuto followed briskly. The air around Akaashi thickened, and suddenly he found it difficult to breathe. "The liquid started flooding into my mouth and nose, and it wasn't until I was suffocating that I forced myself awake.". Because I wasn't, then. Partly be-cause I was too afraid to read up on it. The sounds of their sneakers squeaking against the gym floor was so memory inducing, it caused Akaashi to take a moment and reminisce on the old days, as if doing so would take him back in time to when he'd play volleyball every single day after school. 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. rockin' the west coast prayer group; easy bulky sweater knitting pattern. 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. Kenma rubbed his nose with his sleeve. The bright light caused him to squint as he read the message. They shared the same navy blue knit blanket and huddled up beneath it, keeping each other warm in the best way that they could. "Well, even if you wanted to, I wouldn't have an answer for you." Confused, Bokuto glanced over at him. The disembodied voice came from off screen. Akaashi rubbed the back of his neck hastily and closed his eyes. I can still walk around and get to where I have to go! Okay but if someone could explain to me the ending of In Another Life by littleluxray that would be very nice. "You've had two panic attacks this week already, and your hallucinations are getting worse. That had been one of Bokuto's worst attacks yet. "They Aren't really there, are they?" As much as it infuriated him, he knew that Bokuto wasn't going to go anywhere unless he let him into his home first. He exerted more force into his arms, getting Bokuto to take a step back. You need to be protected.". Standing still, Akaashi remained in place for quite some time, his legs refusing to carry him further. Bokuto's head lay against Akaashi's shoulder. Akaashi leaned his head on his hand, chin resting in his palm. He pat the empty space next to him animatedly. Bokuto was such a strange one. He shut his eyes and squeezed his palm. Hesitating for only a second, he reached his hand out and took the device into his hands. There was a longing in his eyes that Akaashi couldn't stand to see. Why is that? "I see" Akaashi nodded once. Akaashi tried to hide his frown. "Fatal Familial Insomnia? and inhaled with frailty. Another shudder threatened to rattle him, but he kept himself still, as difficult as that was. "I haven't set foot outside in weeks." His quiet chuckle was louder than Bokuto's wholehearted laugh. Sleep well, Akaashi! to watch kuroo slowly die was a kind of pain i didn't know existed. Blinking, Akaashi turned his attention back to Kuroo and Bokuto. Long time.". Akaashi found himself laughing along with him. At one point in his dream, Akaashi looked out the window. A subreddit about the volleyball manga written by Furudate Haruichi, Haikyuu!! 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. ", Bokuto pulled away to face his smirking friend. It was cold and shook in short bursts. Mentally, he was more than ready to spike, but not so much physically. ", "So I can't sleep." Here we are. Juli 2022 . He did the only thing that he could and nodded again, then closed his eyes, and slightly turned his head away. Akaashi kicked his legs out of bed with much effort and stood on his feet. Bokuto looked back up and thought for a moment, then nodded. Akaashi was unhappy with where he was, unhappy with what it was that he was doing. He couldn't stand his parents' persistent natures, but he was somewhat relieved to be out of the house, to say the least. Absolutely not. 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. "I still miss it though. The soft touch of Akaashi's hair against his chin comforted Bokuto, and pulled him into a relaxed state. He chuckles. The sky burned a strong, orange glow as the sun set in the distance. Akaashi's eyebrows knit together. He made it home without so much as a hello to his parents who sat in the living room. "I thought you were waiting for the snow. He took his time, the thought of removing it killing him faster than the disease itself. Taking the ball in his hands, Akaashi aimed for the approximate location as to where Bokuto would spike the ball. "I refuse to go. His only other choice was to lie there and accept whatever it was the IV liquid had to offer him. "I'm already in Death row. He made his way up the same path, walking swiftly and without pause. ], [No, he can't. He turned his head to the side, towards Bokuto's. His body jerked with each sob that was torn from him, his frame curling to bring himself closer. He held an air around him as if he were having a normal conversation about the weather. Kuroo was quiet on the other end. Akaashi inhaled quietly. He reached a hand out and took Bokuto's hand in his own. He twisted his fingers and pursed his lips, wary of what Kuroo would say next. His lips brushed against his collarbone in desperate search of that familiar warmth. It was all still there, but there was something different about it all that puzzled Akaashi. If you ever interact with him in even the slightest, you'll be reminded of just how good a person he really is. Bokuto nodded and looked up at Akaashi once again. "Thank you." "It's just how I am. "Let's just go.". He turned his head to look out the window, eyeing the moon timidly. DEFINITELY. They don't know how to H-heal me, so" From beneath the blanket, Akaashi could see Bokuto's shoulders rise and fall. "Shut up." ", Silently, the dark haired male frowned. 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. If there was one thing that Akaashi had learned about Bokuto in the little time that he'd known him, it was that he wasn't too fond of staying locked up indoors. Akaashi dragged a hand down his face. Akaashi almost smiled. Akaashi laced his fingers together and dug his nails into the backs of his hands. He watched the ball roll further away from them, and expected to see Bokuto trailing it, but instead saw nothing. But he only swallowed and kept his composure, just as he'd been doing since the day he met Bokuto. I hope you enjoyed thisI researched FFI a lot actually, in order to get a better understanding of it. Bokuto kept silent. "So we were going to step outside for a minute or two in order to get this owl to shut up.". He only accepted my company. Wincing, Akaashi turned his head away. The discomfort could be heard in Bokuto's voice. He remained in place silently. "Alright." But as each second passed, Akaashi could feel his own pain building up more and more within him. 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. "Setting an alarm for six AM." Bokuto's movements were late to this, but he reacted nonetheless as he turned Akaashi's way to touch his chin to the top of his head. Bokuto's laughter died down and he closed his eyes. His answer was cold, but it did not seem to cut through the other's pleasant mood. "Anything but," Bokuto retorted, sitting upright in bed.