Bokuto looked down and twisted his lips to the side. "Yeah, I'm-," He turned his head, "Is there someone in there?" A cold shiver curled up Akaashi's spine. DID is usually caused by past trauma. His voice was full of excitement as he proceeded to enter the name for his new contact. Akaashi could still feel the sensation of his wild white and black hair brushing against his cheek whenever he moved, and the warmth that came from him as he held him close. Exhaling heavily, Akaashi turned to look at the desk near his bed. Despite this, Akaashi did not miss the look of slight nervousness that claimed Bokuto's features. Akaashi's tone was monotonous, but Kuroo didn't fail to detect the venom that lined each word prior to his last sentence. "A-p-a-t-h-yk-u-n." Bokuto was close to saving the contact before Akaashi spoke up. Bokuto was afraid to wake Akaashi. The both of them didn't exchange any words after that, ending the conversation just as suddenly as it had started. The words left his mouth reluctantly. ", "His entire body was relaxed. Kuroo? "Of course. Though Bokuto's speaking skills weren't as good as they used to be, he was still the more talkative one out of the two. But sometimes, he wouldn't answer certain questions, despite Akaashi asking them twice. ", "It's more than that!" ", "Comforting?" Work Search: The movie was well over two hours in, nearing its end, and Bokuto lay on his side, curled up and clutching the blanket with what little strength he had left. ", Akaashi nearly scoffed. He then reached out and took hold of Bokuto's arm to help him back to the bed. Suffers panic attacks because of them. As Akaashi lay there, quiet, listening to Bokuto's strained breathing, he opened his mouth to speak. Bokuto's spirits fell, his frown deep. He smiled. 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. Bokuto's answer was delayed. It was the last word Kuroo murmured before he stared forward as well, having nothing more to say. Blinking, Akaashi turned his attention back to Kuroo and Bokuto. He was trying. Wincing a bit, Akaashi squinted at his phone screen. Unless Bokuto was purposely playing the fool. Bokuto knew this, and now Akaashi did, too. Kuroo spoke to him, and Akaashi listened and often responded. "I'm often busy. Once they'd reached it, Bokuto resumed his usual position and wrapped the thick blanket around himself, then turned away from Akaashi. Bokuto was elated. Are you feeling better?]. In its latest offering, 'Another Life', it has 'Battlestar Galactica' star, Katee Sackhoff, play the role of a woman who leads a team of astronauts into deep space to discover the . "See, look." In Another Life LittleLuxray 4.68 768 ratings185 reviews Sleeping didn't come as easy as it used to. Maybe taking him outside for a while would do him some good. They asked about the blanket and the scarf, but they never asked about Bokuto. A puff of smoke came from him as he exhaled. "You seem a bit anxious." "I spoke to Kuroo most of the time, so it doesn't count.". The page loaded. I think the ending is up to interpret, but this is what I thought of. Bokuto was the first to notice this, but had also been the last to say anything about it. He laughed again, louder this time. YES! It was the weakest sound Akaashi had ever heard. He continued to stare on as he talked. He expected to hear a whine of resistance from him, but instead received nothing. He laughed hard, or at least as hard as he could. Akaashi heaved a sigh. After a while, he opened his eyes and sighed, then moved across the court to the net. Alarmed, he snapped around quickly. Akaashi is a former intern in this hospital, and he loaths it. He didn't want to. Akaashi cast a weary look in Bokuto's direction, gave a nod, and continued on his way until he was out of the building. The sound of the palm of Bokuto's hand meeting the ball sounded much like an explosion. Akaashi closed his eyes and sighed, swaying absentmindedly in his step, opening his eyes just in time to swiftly avoid colliding with someone. To not be able to sleep?". Akaashi didn't know why he had this effect on him, but he did, and that was all that mattered to him. "You will get through this. Akaashi shifted in his seat, now timid. This time, a weak sound left Bokuto's throat through a closed mouth, and he nodded. "I used to have some insane dreams, too. Akaashi made sure to take a mental picture of this before he looked down and closed his eyes. ], [I don't know any other way to put it. He kept his weary yellow eyes on Akaashi, waiting for him to nod. "By sneaking out! i'm in spain but the s is silent. 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 tried to hide his grin with his hand, but it was still visible from the gaps between his fingers. His head eased into his pillow, and to his surprise, within a matter of minutes, he could feel himself slipping. It wasn't until Akaashi looked up from his laptop screen that he realized it was snowing heavily outside. Bokuto inhaled all that he could. Ten degrees outside.". It took some time, but he finally answered. He brought his hand down to his side. Bokuto plopped onto the mattress right after those words, bumping his head against Akaashi's shoulder. Bokuto gave him a look that could only be read as, "I am, aren't I?". 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. I won't let you go. This includes Bokuto and Akaashi, as you already may know. Every now and then, it would come to him that Bokuto was only twenty years old, and that fact would only weigh Akaashi down even more than it usually did. i felt sad abt it, im jus really confused at the ending, like was it a dream, hallucination, afterlife,etc? ", "When I said that it would be a tough mess for them to clean up" Akaashi sounded genuinely confused. Akaashi rose from his seat to enter the room, but instead found Bokuto standing at the door in seconds, his eyes wide with surprise. He started down the hall, sighing heavily, intent on rushing home. He was paler than before, and the bags under his eyes were darker. Akaashi drew in a breath, but found that he couldn't say anything. left kudos on this work. It was small and measly, but there. He was much like Akaashi, sitting on the same side of the bed, a good distance apart from his visitor. I really have to go.". "I thought you were waiting for the snow. 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. Bokuto's laughter died down and he closed his eyes. Akaashi pulled a solemn face and closed the laptop. He moved closer, his other hand taking hold of Bokuto's. In another life. Akaashi inhaled slowly. Other than those things, Bokuto found it nearly impossible to stomach anything else. His hands rested on his stomach, the dark blanket surrounding him from behind, but slipping off just enough for his torso to be exposed. The smile on Bokuto's lips grew just a little more, signifying that he'd answered yes to Akaashi's question. If you watched Haikyuu, and anime, I would definitely recommend this ebook. He looked up and grinned, and waved wildly in Akaashi's direction. I don't want to hear them. Akaashi realized that those smiles he'd seen before were smiles of denial forced grins that tried desperately to trick Bokuto into thinking that everything would be fine. "I was the team captain, and the ace." Those yellow eyes were gleaming. We also all know how Bokuto also gets really depressed (Bokuto's emo mode) in the middle of matches. It's actually snowing.". He understood how that would be alarming to some people. "I would hope so." Akaashi entered his room and shut the door behind Bokuto. "Please, it will only take a second. He lay on his back, with his head on some of Akaashi's pillows. His head was down and his fingers moved swiftly over the buttons on the gaming device that he held in his hands. Tried so hard to keep himself together, but he knew he was too weak to pull such a bluff. He could only watch as those tears fell at a faster pace, down onto his hospital gown and onto the floor. He could smell his faint scent. He's going to be fine. He threw the ball to Akaashi. I'm usually around Kuroo, so" He shrugged with little energy. He only sniffed on occasion, and shifted in place, but never did he say anything to oppose Akaashi's decision. He found it much too difficult to say no to Bokuto, but it had to be done. Akaashi forced a smile. A hand tugged at his shirt weakly. In minutes, the information desk was in his sights, and for the first time in forever, he'd actually gone to it. He watched the window quietly, paying no mind to his visitor, or so Akaashi thought. " Is that why you came here? The answer came so much more quickly than Kuroo thought it would. [I must have texted you while you were asleep!]. "It's just A slow, downhill ride f-from here. He smelled sort of like a hospital. He pulled out a phone, and to Akaashi's dread, he asked for his phone number. Akaashi sat in bed and wrapped a sheet around himself. He stared at his knees intensely before Kenma spoke up. He was now more curious than he'd ever been before. 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. "Sorry." "Then let's go!" Though he'd gotten thinner, his arms still had some power to them. Akaashi let out a half-assed grunt and continued to stare forward. 15 jun. Akaashi pursed his lips and nodded once. His eyes were glued to Akaashi's, and Akaashi found that he was unable to look away. Is he here?". He turned his head to get a clear look at Bokuto's face, but instantly wished he hadn't. "How did he look?" Out in the dead of night stood Bokuto, with the burgundy knit scarf around his neck, a jacket, jeans, and slippers. Such an energetic texter, Bokuto was. i was disappointed they didn't fricking kiss and bokuto's death is just the saddest thing in the world. Bokuto and Kuroo continued to talk animatedly, the both of them out of earshot. Once Akaashi had left the hospital, he never looked back. Akaashi was glad. The disappointment in his voice was clear. Sunlight broke into the room, cascading all along the walls and floor, and casting shadows all around. I have have a theory that make he managed to achieve sleep, like w/out twitching awake, and during that sleep he entered a dream phase where he kinda had "the light" moment and passed . I didn't hear what you said" Kenma looked up and was greeted with a front facing camera. "But" Akaashi shocked himself with that one word. He'd scroll up, up, up until the first text, then would scroll all the way down again, waiting for the ellipse to appear on the lower left side of the screen. Akaashi sighed to himself, frustrated with how easily he'd given in to Bokuto's begging. 'Sleep well, Akaashi.' He stared at Bokuto with his lips parted, as if he were going to speak, but ended up speechless. He'd never heard of that disease before. what disease did, bokuto have in another lifekanawha county board of education. He just hoped that the night wouldn't bring him any malevolent dreams. Akaashi placed the small, white compressed lump of snow into Bokuto's palm. Akaashi felt his heart sink to his stomach. He translated all that his words could not. Okay but if someone could explain to me the ending of In Another Life by littleluxray that would be very nice. Kuroo's the bigger one. I couldn't put Bokuto through all of that. His eyes widened as much as they could. He pulled the thick blanket over himself with much effort. Bokuto's automatic reaction to the warmth was to curl his fingers around Akaashi's grasp. Hunter's new YA thriller about a girl who learns that she may have been kidnapped as a child, and must race to uncover the truth about her past before she winds up a victim. You had a nightmare? They find eachother again, and it's a happy ending. His eyes where set forward. He just didn't want to accept it. Akaashi stuffed the sheets into his bag. While we've done our best to make the core functionality of this site accessible without javascript, it will work better with it enabled. "Why are you so fond of the snow, Bokuto?". Once Bokuto noticed this, he turned his head and slowly rolled away. For what felt like an eternity, Bokuto typed the words on Akaashi's phone. His quiet chuckle was louder than Bokuto's wholehearted laugh. 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. He'd realized just how rude that was, falling asleep so easily in front of a person who's biggest struggle was just that. Akaashi snorted softly and leaned back in his seat. "They aren't really there." He placed one hand on the windowsill and squeezed, his knuckles going white. Akaashi shifted to the side to give his visitor more room. Kuroo echoed the words in agreement. But then he spoke up again. He turned his head to the side, towards Bokuto's. what disease did, bokuto have in another life. Minutes passed, and in time, Akaashi could feel Bokuto relaxing against him, the signs of fatigue finally wearing him down. His hands at his sides, Bokuto bowed. what disease did, bokuto have in another life. Akaashi sat at the edge of Kuroo's bed, and he stared out the window without focus. Bokuto's arm unconsciously squeezed Akaashi closer to his side. DEFINITELY. He walked home that day with a balled up blanket in his arms, a burgundy scarf around his neck, and nothing more from the hospital. You really are straightforward, aren't you? He urged him to keep the blanket around him, but Bokuto insisted that he leave it behind. "Ah, I've finally said something funny." Don't worry about it.". Akaashi woke up to the feeling of sunlight against his face. He was grinning. "I have to go, Bokuto." 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. His hand trembled harder with each passing second, as if the movement would cause Bokuto to wake up. Bokuto's breathing was quiet, and his hand never really remained still for a long time. He hesitated for a moment, but finally spoke up. I was shouting, but no sound came out. Akaashi raised his eyebrows. He praises others while shouting that he's the best at everything he does. Press J to jump to the feed. "I could ask you the same thing" Akaashi's lips screwed to the side. He couldn't bring himself to read over the last four words of the text again and ultimately shut off his phone. "Why not? Akaashi had looked up from his phone and stuffed it into his jacket pocket as the energetic hospital patient made his way across the lot. I miss you especially, Bokuto. Akaashi watched as one of Bokuto's hands twitched involuntarily, and to his dismay, it wouldn't stop. It seemed that, after finally hearing his pent up thoughts aloud, they had frayed his nerves more than he thought they would. 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. But even if he has, that's not what I meant." He chuckled and rubbed at his face wearily. But people never laugh at my jokes. This is why I never read Major Character Death. That night, he dreamt of the first night Bokuto had come over his home. A light hearted laugh bubbled out from deep within his chest, and the sound filled the room as soon as it hit the air. Pretty much the only thing wrong with me is that I can't sleep!]. The condition can cause memory loss, delusions or depression. He hated how difficult it had become for him to tell apart the real things from the fake ones. I guess I can wait that long. "What makes you think I'm attached to you? Akaashi pulled his arms in close, wrapping the sheets around himself. "Thank you, Koutarou." It's why I didn't want to come along. Akaashi kept his eyes down. My home is not a place for you to be right now. "But why?" "Drowning in something black, sort of like tar. Quietly, he contemplated on whether he wanted to respond or not. 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. He started on his way without so much as a second glance in the other's direction. Turning his attention back to him, Bokuto met Akaashi's gaze. After a moment, he finally spoke. Long time.". ", "Not to my knowledge. externally i'm smiling probably because i'm trying to hide all those FEELS. He held an air around him as if he were having a normal conversation about the weather. Bokuto captured it all, and in no time, he found himself laughing too. Akaashi did not give him time to react to this as he moved closer still, and when he was close enough, he lowered his head to lean it on Bokuto's shoulder. He stared up at the ceiling and sighed. All he had to offer was a, "The pleasure is mine," before moving forward to try and usher Bokuto back into his room. He has a solid and muscular build. "I'm fine. "I don't want to." Akaashi found himself laughing along with him. I cried several times while typing it, actually. "Why do you watch me like that?" Cold. I'm taking you back." The bedsheets crumpled beneath his hands. I showed up to your house unannounced at three in the morning. He pushed the laptop away and pressed play. He kept his eyes half-lidded and his movements reserved, clinging onto the false hope that Bokuto wasn't moving because he didn't want to wake him. He read up on the symptoms and blinked gently, a hand over his lips. By the time that movie ends, it'll be six. The sky burned a strong, orange glow as the sun set in the distance. Bokuto looked exhausted beyond belief, yet there he stood, excited to make his way to the gymnasium. As if straight from a cartoon, out popped a tall male from Bokuto's room, with stark black hair that both hung over his face and stuck out in all directions. 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. They are my favorite ship in Haikyuu, so typing this makes little to no sense to me. But in the end, I couldn't move. He shut his eyes and squeezed his palm. His arms and legs were stiff, as were his eyes. 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. "I understand. Bokuto replied, lifting his head. He couldn't look at his face. Bokuto pulled off Akaashi's jacket. Akaashi woke with a start that same night, his strangled shouts having pulled him from his sleep. ", Small tears spilled out of Bokuto's eyes and rolled down his hauntingly placid features. my theory is that if akaashi did die in the end because of a broken heart, then that "dream" he had where bokuto was healthy is probably real. "You chose the perfect night." It doesn't make any sense.". Seeing this display unfold before him, Akaashi could barely think. It would hurt if he did. He dreamt of how Bokuto had buried himself into the navy blue blanket to watch the movie that played on the laptop screen, and how he held Bokuto in his arms that night to aid him in his attempt to sleep. Posted by: Category: Sem categoria . ", "Well, I brought it up, just as a suggestion, but then he got really excited." Akaashi's phone vibrated against his forehead. More than 100,000 cattle were confirmed infected. "No you haven't. We're friends." There was only blackness. Bokuto's voice rang out from the room this time. He started on his way. Bokuto no longer smelled like a hospital. jackie robinson life and legacy. It was a dreary place for him, a place he was not fond of, but a place he was obligated to visit. "Alright." He sat in his room for the majority of the day, and had spent at least six hours awake until he'd picked his phone up in his hands again. Eventually, Bokuto drew back his hand and let it fall to his side. From the background of the video, a low voice could be heard. There was no hiding it. "I feel the same about this place, honestly." i dont normally include fanfics but i read this one months ago and every time i remember it, i sob uncontrollably so i felt like it deserved a place on my profile, T-T. Is it weird to say that this is my comfort fic?? Dreaming.". He was extremely pale, and somehow thinner than before, but he kept that same smile on his face. 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. He wasn't too sure why. He smiled down at him. ", "That's the same thing!" The hospital AU that no body asked for, but that I took upon myself to write. i also really appreciated their dialogue and certain scenes they had together (when they play volleyball + when he sneaks out to visit + seeing the snow + "you are beautiful" through the notes app). Are you alright?". He entered his number swiftly, and then handed the phone to Bokuto, the name section empty. He then stared at Akaashi, waiting for his response. Bokuto quieted himself, curled up, and watched on as the movie started. Akaashi shoved his visitor lightly. Akaashi tapped his fingers quietly against his pants. He stared up at Akaashi with that smile that never seemed to fade. But no matter how much he worried for him, Akaashi continued on their way to the window at a slow and steady pace until they finally made it. "About three hours." That would be nice. "Shit- shit." 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. ", Akaashi watched him carefully. "Close your eyes for the time being." They felt mandatory now. "I'm supposed to be here, actually. His voice was a soft tremor. He was the only person who could get him through those horrible moments, after all. 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 twisted his body to reach for the box of Pocky that sat on the counter. It was a surreal feeling, one that he could never in one million years describe. I would have Kenma say bye, too, but-" He turned his head to look around, "He left the room? 3) Akaashi died in the end, and meets Bokuto in the afterlife. I was actually thinking of taking my leave soon, as well-", "What? "Hey, Kenma, who are you talking to?" Swiftly, Akaashi closed the window, having gathered just enough snow off the edge for him to show to Bokuto. An embarrassed chuckle escaped him. He walked ahead quickly, straight into the room. ], [They think I'm interning. Our teams would face each other often. It was an awful thing to do, but Akaashi knew full well that none of it was intentional on Bokuto's part. "Nice to meet you, Akaashi. Bokuto shifted as he lay down, sticking a leg out to kick Akaashi. 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 .