Keeping in contact with me wouldn't be a good idea.". Looking up from the laptop screen, Bokuto directed his attention to Akaashi. Akaashi inhaled quietly. When would he ever use it again? "Fatal Familial Insomnia? I was actually thinking of taking my leave soon, as well-", "What? He returned Bokuto's gaze, then looked down quickly afterwards. Akaashi muttered. Why did he want to know his name? It was cold. He then tossed it to Bokuto once he was close enough. He would study them for quite a while until they melted and left behind nothing more than a droplet on his arm. ", "Kenma is fine." He was only a blurred shape now, but Akaashi knew he was still there. Akaashi's eyes widened, his emotions now falling victim to a strange mix of fear and fury. "I understand. Bokuto covered his mouth and coughed suddenly. Several hours had passed since the message from Kuroo, and both Bokuto and Akaashi didn't do much. It's very good. Not even a sentence could get past his suffering. Sometimes when I blink you aren't there anymore" Bokuto rubbed one of his eyes, then the other, and let his hand drop to his sides. Akaashi shared a bench with Kenma. A subtle, gentle sound. 61.7K 2.6K 3.9K. "Get inside." All he cared about was the fact that Bokuto Koutarou was still there. "Don't do that." ", "He's genuine, kind, and at times, infantile, but that's what makes him so Likeable, I suppose. He reached a hand out and found Bokuto's. I, personally, don't cry at a lot of stuff (I just feel sad), and it's different from person to person. "Didn't that come off as remotely funny? Still, he continued. Bokuto had nothing more to say after that. 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. He reached his arm out and held his phone in front of Bokuto for him to type. "I've been cooped up in this place for too long. "That was when he learned about the disease. ", Akaashi turned his head to face Kuroo. He reached a hand out to turn on the lamp that sat on his nightstand. It was warm on him, certainly something that one would find comforting, but as he stirred in bed, he was certain that something was off. You? Dissociative disorders are mental disorders that involve experiencing a disconnection and lack of continuity between thoughts, memories, surroundings, actions and identity. "All of this is so- ugh. The answer came so much more quickly than Kuroo thought it would. In dismay, Bokuto sat up in bed and slowly reached around his neck to pull off the warm piece of cloth. He remained in place silently. Akaashi relaxed then, keeping the sleeping act alive. Akaashi never knew that Bokuto was one to suddenly sulk on a dime. The male across from him did well in hiding the look of offense that almost surfaced upon his face. "And that's Kenma for you" Kuroo groaned as he repositioned himself in bed, and then he smiled. "Come." He observed his surroundings once again, having been fascinated by the inside of someone else's home. Normally, Akaashi would have walked away that instant in order to pay Bokuto a visit, but as he neared his room, he could hear two voices coming from within. "Why are you so fond of the snow, Bokuto?". Akaashi didn't even have to see his face to know that Bokuto was beaming. Akaashi watched curiously as Bokuto's lips quivered into a wide grin, and as the light captured his features, Akaashi realized just how embarrassed Bokuto actually was. 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. A grin ghosted across Akaashi's lips as well, but it was quick to vanish. [Then I guess I'll see you at the hospital around a week or two from now. He closed his eyes in a slow blink and kept his breathing quiet. 1) the most possible explanation - it was a dream, and it was all in Akaashi's head. He paused. He turned his head in the opposite direction, facing Akaashi now. Nov 3, 2020 - Read Fan art (2) from the story In another life bokuto x akaashi by bakutosbigbooty with 18,728 reads. He moved closer, his other hand taking hold of Bokuto's. At that moment, he turned away and walked off, feeling he wouldn't be able to leave if he'd lasted one more second in the room. 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 . My home is not a place for you to be right now. "I don't think I want to ask about the symptoms of this illness.". Once again, that crippling spell took hold of him, and Akaashi couldn't move, nor could he speak. "Um Bokuto? 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. He placed it on the counter near his bedside and buried himself into the blanket that he had so openly shared with Bokuto. His frustration was unmasked. Akaashi watched as one of Bokuto's hands twitched involuntarily, and to his dismay, it wouldn't stop. But he only swallowed and kept his composure, just as he'd been doing since the day he met Bokuto. A small thumb rubbed at the system's screen to remove a smudge. It was Akaashi's way of letting Bokuto know that everything would be alright, and this would always comfort him, no matter the situation they were in. "What are you doing? After several minutes, Akaashi closed his laptop and lay back on his bed. Kuroo panned the phone to his side, and a blurred Kenma came into focus on screen. "I feel the same about this place, honestly." Other than those things, Bokuto found it nearly impossible to stomach anything else. Kuroo was quiet on the other end. Again, if he hadn't known any better, Akaashi would have figured that Bokuto was already fast asleep. btw, HERES THE DISCORD SERVER!! In another life. He would have laughed if he could. "This is Akaashi. He pulled and tugged at them restlessly. Akaashi beckoned for his visitor. "Well, even if you wanted to, I wouldn't have an answer for you." Are you busy?". This was their unspoken communication. so this is basically a bokuaka au where bokuto and akaashi meet at a hospital and bokuto has this disease which they haven't found a cure for yet. Akaashi shoved his visitor lightly. He wouldn't always get answers, Akaashi was aware of this, but he would still ask him things. "I thought you were waiting for the snow. Kuroo's the bigger one. "Don't cry over it." He placed a hand on his broad back and rubbed gently, hoping to comfort him and to be the stronger of the two. 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. Everything was neat and placed perfectly here and there, giving Akaashi's house a warm atmosphere to it. Surely enough, he noticed Kenma sitting in the seat next to Bokuto's bed. 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. Surely enough, snow was falling, and in chunks too, but this did not grasp Bokuto's attention. They were the only two in the gym. Akaashi's arm cautiously wrapped itself around Bokuto's broad shoulders. what disease did, bokuto have in another lifekanawha county board of education. He blinked sluggishly. Bokuto's voice was filled to the brim with excitement. It made Akaashi pity him, to say the least. Akaashi's grip tightened around his phone. 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. Akaashi had nothing else to say. Stuffing his phone in his pocket, Akaashi shrugged. Bokuto held out his own, eager to see if it were true. Akaashi lifted his head and looked to his side. He answered blatantly. No one likes to find out that someone they care about is sick Much less diagnosed with a disease that can't be cured.". He turned the chair so that he was now facing Bokuto from the front. 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. "Are you sure you should be going out in the cold like that?". Akaashi looked up from his phone after sending the message and turned his head to notice that Bokuto was once again staring at him with acute interest. Nodding once, Akaashi acknowledged Kuroo's words, but did not know how to respond to them. Take a seat." No words were exchanged for what seemed like forever before Akaashi spoke up. This book was absolutely fantabulous. He, too, did not intend on showing up to any funeral. He started on his way. Did he really think he was admitted to a hospital just because he was having trouble sleeping? And with that glint came his smile. "I was drowning." He turned to look at Akaashi. What was he to do? please dont make this flop i has to rearead EVERYTHING just so that i could be in the "feels" making this video. "Isn't that what humans do? Kuroo? He eyed the blonde one for quite a while. 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. Bokuto didn't respond. Akaashi glanced in the direction of where Bokuto was staring. Why?" Bokuto stared down at the white clump of melting ice, and with one finger, he pressed against it to watch it fall apart. I'm not sick, but this place makes me feel like I am." What normally would have pained someone to say, he delivered with ease, and with that same grin to boot. He touched his forehead to Bokuto's shoulder, which only earned a laugh from him. He didn't last another second in Bokuto's company before he turned and briskly walked out of the room. He pressed his lips into a thin line and fell backwards on his bed. It was amazing. Akaashi's chortling had been dragged out for a few seconds longer before he, too, quieted down. Use it.". "I don't want you to visit me anymore. "The gymnasium's about ten minutes that way." A mere two minutes outside had turned into two hours. A sob wretched its way out from Akaashi's throat. "Close your eyes for the time being." He didn't care. Akaashi had to wait almost a minute for Bokuto's response. "About three hours." It would cause less spasms to grip Bokuto's body, allowing him to unwind more than he usually could. His eyes stared forward, uninterested in the information desk several meters from him. ok look. Obeying with hesitance, Bokuto shifted towards Akaashi and lay against him, fitting into the curve of his arm. This time, a weak sound left Bokuto's throat through a closed mouth, and he nodded. "Sorry." Akaashi paused and gripped the strap of his bag. "I just came from there. "You seem a bit anxious." their spirits found each other again as they moved on to "another life". After a moment, quietly, he spoke. 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 stared at the ceiling. But sometimes, he wouldn't answer certain questions, despite Akaashi asking them twice. Healthy. "Everything you say is so straightforward. There was almost a hint of sarcasm in his voice. 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. 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. His back was facing the door, and Bokuto seemed to have all of his attention on him. That familiar feeling of dread was rising from deep within him, something Akaashi wanted to forget. "I haven't set foot outside in weeks." Akaashi's eyes widened slightly, and his eyebrows knit together in surprise. I guess I can wait that long. People with dissociative disorders escape reality in ways that are involuntary and unhealthy and cause problems with functioning in everyday life. It was a dreary place for him, a place he was not fond of, but a place he was obligated to visit. Akaashi frowned and felt that familiar pain pierce his chest. In the past, he'd always get sort of tense and paranoid whenever a storm would pass over head, but that was kind of it. Over the span of the six days, Akaashi found that the only things Bokuto could manage to swallow were small snacks, like grapes, ice cubes, and Pocky Sticks that were specifically strawberry flavored. Bokuto turned his head, the pillow crumpling under his neck. He meets Bokuto, a patient who has a crippling disease, Fatal familial insomnia, FFI. Akaashi dragged a hand down his face. He looked at the message Bokuto had sent him the night before. He whispered the words. Akaashi could feel Bokuto's enthusiasm through his text messages. Not a word left him, even as he reached a hand up to wipe at his face again. Turning his attention back to him, Bokuto met Akaashi's gaze. Bokuto curled in on himself and pushed his hands into his hood pocket. "I did" He paused for a moment. But even if he has, that's not what I meant." He thought the video had gone by too quickly, but it had actually lasted a little under thirty seconds. Akaashi murmured the words and looked Bokuto up and down. He watched the window quietly, paying no mind to his visitor, or so Akaashi thought. He held his hand up in a "peace sign", and the video ended with him on screen. "Of course they do." "I envy you. "Was he ever fond of them? He stretched and stifled a yawn, pushed a hand through the mess that was his hair, and relaxed his head against Akaashi's shoulder. Bokuto's voice rang out from the room this time. He then turned his attention to Akaashi. "We're going back to the hospital right now. Sucking his teeth, Bokuto pulled the blanket up to just beneath his chin. His eyes gave away just how much he missed his friend. Bokuto followed briskly. Akaashi heaved a sigh. It almost sounded as if Bokuto were talking to himself. His thumb aimlessly hovered over the keyboard, thinking of what to type. Bokuto's hands were as cold as ice, causing Akaashi's concern in him to grow even more. Akaashi turned away and frowned. January 19th, 6:40pm. With much effort, he sat up to look at Bokuto. He'd only spoken to Kuroo once before, and they barely exchanged any words. I was just thinking." The black haired male bounced the ball again and walked over to position. He spoke gently in Bokuto's direction. He seemed to be unfazed by many things, and blatant about others, blurting sentences out that didn't seem to have much thought behind them. Kuroo didn't seem surprised in the slightest. 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. what disease did, bokuto have in another life. This is why I never read Major Character Death. Long time.". This one.". Bokuto's head lay against Akaashi's shoulder. Akaashi balled his hand into a fist, mentally scolding himself for the present lack of emotion in his voice. He figured he would tell his parents that the people in the hospital were too occupied with everything else to tend to him. If you love sci-fi shows, then there is one thing you have in common with Netflix.In the plethora of content that it releases every month, the streaming service seems especially invested in the sci-fi genre. Strange. "I used to have some insane dreams, too. "Could you please toss to me some more?". 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. Akaashi stuffed the sheets into his bag. He only looked like a tall, thin, black mass now as he stood near the stairway. A genuine expression made its home on Akaashi's features, and a hand reached up to push through his raven locks. He brought his hand down to his side. "Are you here every day?". "Things happen.". "You don't need to know." The male across from him did well in hiding the look of offense that almost surfaced upon his face. 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. "I know." ", The male who stood across from Akaashi shifted his weight to one leg. The bright light caused him to squint as he read the message. to enjoy it, and okay, maybe you'll regret it when you're crying so hard you might pass out at 3am, but ultimately you'll be glad you read this masterpiece. ", "And then they'd turn my room upside down in an attempt to find me. "I'll get you back to the hospital by seven in the morning.". Same old, same old. I know that I'm a lost cause. "Goodbye.". It still smelled like him. That was enough for Akaashi to remove his hand from in front his mouth slowly, moving it to rest it over his chin. He approached his bedside silently. He felt his heart rate accelerate, and his throat tightened as his vision blurred. Why had the sickly one taken a sudden liking to him? The light that came from outside reflected off of Bokuto's teardrops, lighting his face up in the most gentle of ways. Such an energetic texter, Bokuto was. ", Bokuto pulled away to face his smirking friend. "Well, I guess that's it for now. YES! I was the only one willing to give it to him." Despite this, Akaashi did not miss the look of slight nervousness that claimed Bokuto's features. I think the ending is up to interpret, but this is what I thought of. He leaned his chin against the palm of his hand and chortled. He was waiting for Kenma, but Akaashi wondered why he hadn't waited for him in the seat that he was initially sitting in. He understood where Akaashi was coming from and didn't even think of holding his icy tone against him. Bokuto would wince and snap back to reality the way someone would when they dreamt they were falling. Asking around here and there, the male put little to no effort in finding out where he could go to sign up for what. His voice was low. This time, Kuroo was the one to grunt, the sound coming from deep within his chest. I've seen enough." I can still walk around and get to where I have to go! I'll see you soon.]. I honestly dont know what to say Other then Im emotionally destroyed. He twisted his body to reach for the box of Pocky that sat on the counter. 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. "It's just how I am. It had been three days since Bokuto's passing, and surely enough, sleep did not come to Akaashi as easily as it used to. ", Bokuto glanced at him. Partly be-cause I was too afraid to read up on it. He was obviously tired, showing signs of exhaustion with every small move he made. Pursing his lips into a thin line, Akaashi looked down and noticed that Kenma had laced his fingers together. "For a guy who's name is Kuroo, he sure is a colorful one." I loved this. Another person walked by at a gradual pace at first, then slowed progressively as they drew near. He opened his notes application and held the device in front of Bokuto. A puff of smoke came from him as he exhaled. His head slumped against his shoulder, and both his hands rested on his stomach. His hands quivered as he dug his nails into his knuckles. ", "Not to my knowledge. He threw the ball to Akaashi. After this, he would repeat the same process, paying little to no mind to the freezing cold that surrounded him. It's why I didn't want to come along. "See you in three hours." For what felt like an eternity, Bokuto typed the words on Akaashi's phone. ", Confused and mildly shocked, Akaashi made a face. Bokuto found himself smiling. He forced himself to stand after some time, tapping his fingers against his pants. The page loaded. It would hurt if he did. This time, Bokuto directed his attention to Akaashi. His breathing was heavy, his heart rate quicker than usual; Akaashi could feel his heart pounding in his throat, making it difficult to swallow. All he had to offer was a, "The pleasure is mine," before moving forward to try and usher Bokuto back into his room. He slowly lowered his head and folded his arms. "They used to play volleyball together. He flinched and pulled his hand away to stare at the screen. Akaashi figured it was safe to say that Bokuto had already begun to pull Kenma back in. Was he just playing the fool after all? Akaashi set his phone down and leaned back slowly, resting the back of his head against his pillow. A hand tugged at his shirt weakly. The other, he had no clue. So he stayed in place, holding onto Bokuto, taking in his company for one last time before he'd never see him again. He didn't know how to deal with him now, so he remained silent. "Do you still think that you are the best?" Bokuto closed his eyes after that, one hand resting on the side of his head. Statistics Chart "Anything but," Bokuto retorted, sitting upright in bed. ", "His entire body was relaxed. He held his face against the corpse's neck, just beneath the jawline, breathing in all that was left of Bokuto. "You're sick, you need medical attention. Akaashi stood from his seat and walked to the windowsill. Bokuto spoke, his voice peaceful. He glared at them intensely with that same placid expression of his, making this look all the more unnerving. [Yeah! It was his best and only way to hide his pain. "It did at first, when I didn't understand why. My face was the only thing sticking out." "I wonder if Bokuto knows about all of this." He only accepted my company. I was so weak, and it'd gotten to the point where I could barely breath. To this, Bokuto's arm fell and rested lightly on his stomach. He turned his head to the side, towards Bokuto's. ", "Don't think so. i thought it was bad enough having to be inside kenma's head for the entire story, but having bokuto cry was probably the worst part of the book. Bokuto kept silent. He looked at Akaashi with heavy lidded eyes. "No you haven't. The title for the movie that Bokuto and Akaashi watched in the fanfic "In Another Life" is "Cloud Atlas". Those yellow eyes examined everything, adamant with taking all of it in. "Nope." Akaashi managed to say, staring out into the distance. DID is usually caused by past trauma. He was cool to the touch colder than most. "How insensitive of me" He furrowed his brow, mentally scolding himself. Though the question was asked clearly, Bokuto didn't make a sound, nor did he move. "You can sit anywhere." He was grinning. He could still see Bokuto's hand, and it had frozen in place. He was happy where he was. And I d-don't want you to See it all h-happen.". "Relax." "I said come." ", "It's not." "I hadn't noticed that one was rolling in." They were thin and bony, and he could see those smooth blue veins curling over the bones beneath his flesh. Or maybe January? He didn't get up to alert the nurses, or the doctors, or anyone in the hospital. Which makes this review sound negative, BUT!! 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. My last memory of Koutaro is already with me, and it will die along with me.". The both of them had sat down long ago, leaving Bokuto and Kuroo to their own business as they wandered about and waved their arms around in their animated way of speaking. Indifference morphed into curiosity, and said curiosity was what drew Akaashi closer to his new friend. 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 He huffed out a breath and turned around. He motioned for Bokuto to come closer. He pulled himself closer to Bokuto, and nudged his face into the warmth of his neck. ", "It's alright." The stranger could have been a patient at the hospital for all Akaashi knew, and the last thing he needed was a sickly acquaintance to add to his already short list of friends. Kuroo froze. Akaashi made sure to take a mental picture of this before he looked down and closed his eyes. The last thing he wanted to do was wake him up, so they lay in silence for minutes on end. Bokuto's eyes widened. He pressed pause on his PSP and tapped one end of it against his open palm. At one point in his dream, Akaashi looked out the window. He started on his way without so much as a second glance in the other's direction. Bokuto mouthed an "Okay," before backing up several steps. He had no interest in staying where he was. The sound of Bokuto's laughter caused Akaashi to turn his head back to him. I've got time.]. The words echoed in Akaashi's head, as if they'd been spoken aloud. I loved this. "Let's just go.". "I'm not leaving, Koutarou." He could sense the heavy amount of reluctance in each movement that Bokuto's hand carried out. what disease did, bokuto have in another life. I haven't gone outside in days." 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. "Yeah, but for all the wrong reasons." Those honey-hued eyes took in all that they could of Akaashi's laughing face. He wanted to rid himself of this feeling, rid himself of this silence, so he searched his mind in haste for any word that came to mind. Akaashi said bitterly as he hobbled up the stairs. ], [I don't know any other way to put it. Getting into the groove, Akaashi follows his routine of preparing for school. "The three hours!" "Why not? He reached into his pocket to fish out his phone, and pushed call on one of his contacts. Kenma's unconcerned tone contradicted his words, but something told Akaashi that he meant everything he was saying. Akaashi entered the building and greeted the woman at the front desk, as always. Kuroo." It was no doubt that he was larger than Akaashi, but that didn't stop him from fitting in just right. He entered his number swiftly, and then handed the phone to Bokuto, the name section empty. He reached a hand out and took Bokuto's hand in his own. Bokuto had his head turned away. text me when you're finished! 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. I would like that. With a heavy heart, he spoke. Farmer's Empowerment through knowledge management. Create an account to follow your favorite communities and start taking part in conversations. Akaashi took an unnoticeable step back. From the background of the video, a low voice could be heard. 3) Akaashi died in the end, and meets Bokuto in the afterlife. this is seriously the most depressing thing in the world. He avoided looking at Bokuto altogether. Akaashi sat up and placed his phone on the counter. Akaashi couldn't help but smile back at him. Bokuto resisted, standing firm in place. As much as it infuriated him, he knew that Bokuto wasn't going to go anywhere unless he let him into his home first. "I'm fine now.". by postingAO3stories. He couldn't bring himself to read over the last four words of the text again and ultimately shut off his phone. "I'm fine." "Watch it." "Good" Bokuto eased back and buried his head into his pillow. Reading it at 3am didn't help either because I was just crying in front of my phone screen until the sun rose. "It's warm-" Bokuto exhaled and shuddered once he was inside, slipping off his shoes. He watched as Bokuto gathered it up in his arms and threw it around himself. i like how you see the main character develop through their friendship and idk, it made me feel like they were soulmates who had a positive impact on each other. Bokuto looked down and twisted his lips to the side. 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. Are you checking out?". Bokuto's disembodied laughter rang throughout the garden, as if to prove Kenma right. Here too" His voice was weaker than before, if possible. ", A laugh escaped Bokuto, the sound curling his lips into a smile. ", "Yeah Yeah. There, he parted the glass slightly. His breathing was controlled, much like one of a person's who was actually asleep. "No. Bokuto's words haunted him, and they repeated themselves over and over in his mind. "So How are you taking all of this, if I may ask? He left the room quickly, leaving Bokuto by his lonesome. "Please, it will only take a second. "You don't have to put that." ", Bokuto couldn't help but guffaw, his head tilting back. "What makes you think I'm attached to you? " Are you here to see Bokuto Koutarou?" I never asked." Akaashi would also murmur quiet things to him from time to time, to keep up a small, often one sided conversation. He couldn't sleep for about an hour after the text, but ultimately slipped off to sleep. "This is Kuroo, a close friend of mine. Bokuto was elated. Freezing in his seat, Akaashi read the words ten times over before he finally looked up. Sometimes I think I'm funny. He watched as Bokuto's chest rose and fell with each breath that kept him alive. ", "Well if you've watched it seven times then why not watch it an eighth time? He figured it was already past five in the afternoon. Slowly, he reached a hand out and closed it over the twitching one, his four fingers fitting into Bokuto's palm. The ending is Akaashi dreaming, but Bokuto's soul/spirit is with Akaashi in his dream, and Bokuto "found him" In another life. He held onto the IV stand with one hand and Akaashi's hand with his other as he hobbled over to the window. The air was bitter and cold, and it hit Bokuto like a slap to the face as another gust of wind forced its way into the hospital room. "And nothing you say will make me leave.". I don't think I've ever heard you laugh, or seen you smile for that matter.
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