His heart beat a mile a minute, he found it difficult to swallow, and one of his legs bounced up and down rapidly. An exhausted breath left him, and Akaashi finally fell asleep. I know that you know that, too And yet you still stick by me.". "And my hallucinations aren't all that bad. I didn't hear what you said" Kenma looked up and was greeted with a front facing camera. Playing off of this, Akaashi texted for Kuroo to send an image of himself for Bokuto to see. He didn't care, nor did he think he would care in the near future. "The three hours!" The taller, dark haired male gestured to them. Bokuto covered his mouth and coughed suddenly. ", Bokuto glanced at him. What sat upon the screen was not what he thought it would be, but rather A simple compliment. He commented softly, leaning back in his seat. At one point, he reached a hand up to grab the beanie off of his head, and he aimlessly chucked it to the ground with force. "About three hours." He talked about you all the time when he first met y-". "Yes.". Tokyo needs a little more snow now and then. His back was facing the door, and Bokuto seemed to have all of his attention on him. He stood there, hesitant, uninterested, indifferent. Akaashi snorted softly and leaned back in his seat. Akaashi closed his eyes and heaved out a sigh, feeling more and more hopeless with each passing second. It was small and measly, but there. In no time, Bokuto was standing in front of Akaashi, eager in every way to make it to the gymnasium. Why the hell did this have to happen to him? I've seen enough." He only bundled himself up in the sheets that surrounded him. Such an energetic texter, Bokuto was. He found he had nothing more to say. Akaashi kicked his legs out of bed with much effort and stood on his feet. Akaashi relaxed then, keeping the sleeping act alive. "It caught me off guard. "I barely ever see it." "You seem to have grown more attached to that Pocky stick than me". He couldn't find his pulse. I never asked." Sometimes I think I'm funny. He wanted the thought to leave his mind. I knew this was the most notorious/popular fic in the Haikyuu!! It's actually snowing.". He jogged downstairs, slipped his shoes on, and was out the door in seconds, making his way down the familiar route to the hospital. Bokuto's fingers touched at Akaashi's knuckles. He remained in the same position and only moved his hand to wipe at his face again. His eyes read. He said in a hushed voice. which ABSOFUCKINGLUTELY BROKE ME TO PIECES. He wears a white shirt and blue trousers, and is also seen wearing pyjamas in the movie when it is his bedtime. to watch kuroo slowly die was a kind of pain i didn't know existed. Akaashi paused for a long moment and said nothing for a while. Managing a miserable smile, Akaashi roughly rubbed his palm with his thumb. Turning his attention back to him, Bokuto met Akaashi's gaze. Dissociative disorders are mental disorders that involve experiencing a disconnection and lack of continuity between thoughts, memories, surroundings, actions and identity. "Hey- hey!" 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. Thin lips pressed into an even thinner line. ", Silently, the dark haired male frowned. 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. But in the end, I couldn't move. 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. 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. He didn't last another second in Bokuto's company before he turned and briskly walked out of the room. 2) After Akaashi fell asleep, he somehow transported to an alternate universe where Bokuto is alive. Akaashi tried to hide his frown. DID is usually caused by past trauma. He felt him move against his head in response, so he continued. Very much." He, too, did not intend on showing up to any funeral. But for what it's worth, my name is Bokuto.". He turned the chair so that he was now facing Bokuto from the front. His arms and legs were stiff, as were his eyes. Bokuto didn't allow him to finish his sentence as he embraced Akaashi suddenly. Akaashi's face buried into the crook of his neck. Once he saw this, Kenma picked himself up from his seat, put his hands at his side, and bowed his head. Akaashi swiped and unlocked his phone with trembling hands. I haven't gone outside in days." 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 shifted in his seat, now timid. Akaashi stopped in his tracks, in front of Bokuto's room. You're probably just not an emotional person, and that's ok. He wasn't too sure why. "I look Like shit, I know.". I think the window will be as far as we can go." "What's it called?" ", "That's the same thing!" He leaned back in his chair. Think that I'm beautiful?" "Don't cry over it." This is strange. He kept his weary yellow eyes on Akaashi, waiting for him to nod. He rubbed his face quietly. "They used to play volleyball together. "I Don't Usually text," Akaashi murmured. Such a task as easy as swallowing was now a problem for Bokuto, too, and after many failed attempts at keeping his food down, or getting it to go down in the first place, the nurses found it would be best if Bokuto received nourishment the only other way possible, and that was through a tube. Finding a breath between his laughter, Akaashi managed to speak. 42766 guests It took him some time to get down what he wanted to say, but after several minutes, he withdrew his hand. "Look at me, it's going to be fine." "Me too" Bokuto's eyes never left Akaashi. His ability to speak left him soon after. Short description of the movie (from Google): Six individuals belonging to different generations go on an emotional ride while exploring how human actions impact the lives of their loved ones in this ever-changing world. "I know you're fond of that movie." He turned to look at Akaashi. His movements were uncoordinated and slow, and the only sounds he could manage were meek and most of the time inaudible. The both of them didn't exchange any words after that, ending the conversation just as suddenly as it had started. "Is there something wrong with me standing here?" "I know." 299K 5.7K 29.5K. He used to be bigger than Kuroo, but now he's the one who's smaller. Akaashi was dumbfounded. I don't want to hear them. "How does it feel? Bokuto kept silent. It took all of his power not to flinch when he'd felt the unfamiliar touch. This book was absolutely fantabulous. He only waved goodbye at a staring Akaashi before following his small friend down the stairs. "I've been insensitive", A laugh bubbled out from Bokuto. He rubbed his hands together weakly and tilted his head to the side. Do something Akaashi closed his mouth and swallowed. No words were exchanged for a moment, and soon, the short amount of silence had become awkward. You need to be protected.". The ending is Akaashi dreaming, but Bokuto's soul/spirit is with Akaashi in his dream, and Bokuto "found him" In another life. It had been some time since Akaashi set foot into that hospital. "Setting an alarm for six AM." He understood where Akaashi was coming from and didn't even think of holding his icy tone against him. Bokuto pulled off Akaashi's jacket. ], [I guess. No one was bothered by him, so there he stood. "Koutarou Why do you watch me like that?" "It's freezing." A sheepish grin curled Akaashi's lips. He stared up at the ceiling and sighed. So then why was he so cheerful about his entire situation? ], [I know! ok look. It was strange how the less Bokuto asked, the more Akaashi found himself saying. Once he did, Bokuto continued. At first, Akaashi thought nothing of it. I'm not quite sure if he dies from a heartbreak or not though, trying to find that out for myself. [Verse 2 . Akaashi pressed play, and a video of Kuroo started to play. Sunlight broke into the room, cascading all along the walls and floor, and casting shadows all around. Akaashi laced his fingers together and dug his nails into the backs of his hands. Kuroo's voice was reserved and reluctant. "Hi." Kenma didn't give him a chance to respond. He lay on his back, with his head on some of Akaashi's pillows. He used to be thicker. I finished this months ago but it still hurts and just thinking about it makes me cry. "See, look." Bokuto leaned in and touched his forehead to Akaashi's. "Fine by me! Akaashi squirmed in discomfort. "Sure." ], [You probably fell asleep. I can't Sl..eep. It's very good. Then I'll have to walk you to the hospital before the doctors find out you're missing and lose their minds. "I didn't Want you to leave. Furrowing his brow, Akaashi stared at his phone screen and lay his head down sideways. Akaashi scowled. And to have gotten to know you". He rubbed the back of his neck. He tossed the navy blue one to Bokuto, remembering how fond he was of it the last time he'd come over. "I used to handle the cold better than this." The words had come as such a shock to Bokuto that he'd paused and looked up at Akaashi. Gazing up at Akaashi, Bokuto frowned and tried to form some words, but failed in the end. Lying on his back, he stared at the ceiling. Akaashi grew silent and knitted his fingers together on his stomach, his head relaxing into his pillow. Because I wasn't, then. I, personally, don't cry at a lot of stuff (I just feel sad), and it's different from person to person. "Was he ever fond of them? He directed his attention to a grinning Bokuto who eagerly sat up in bed. He glanced to the side. "Just Because" He replied in what almost sounded like a surprised tone. Akaashi flinched. He twisted his fingers and pursed his lips, wary of what Kuroo would say next. Bokuto whispered. Akaashi didn't say another word afterwards. 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. 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. externally i'm smiling probably because i'm trying to hide all those FEELS. No words were exchanged for what seemed like forever before Akaashi spoke up. "That was your idea of a joke?". It reminded him of his home Bokuto nearly bumped into Akaashi as he stopped to enter his room. Akaashi pointed down the road. It doesn't make any sense.". He swallowed once, hoping to get rid of the lump in his throat. "Akaashi?" Akaashi managed the faintest of smiles. He'd nodded off for a brief moment, with his arms crossed and his head resting on a thick bundle of pillows. The words were barely a whisper, and they came without warning. "Come on" Akaashi reached a hand out to help Bokuto to his feet. Of all the things that Bokuto found most endearing of the movie, Akaashi never thought it would be that. He'd brought along a volleyball of his own, just in case they weren't provided with any. He tried to hide his grin with his hand, but it was still visible from the gaps between his fingers. What was he to say? He understood how that would be alarming to some people. His voice was gentle, light on Bokuto's ears. I was shouting, but no sound came out. "Thank you, Koutarou." [Yeah! Exhaling heavily, Akaashi turned to look at the desk near his bed. Akaashi and Bokuto carried a sort of unspoken communication with each other. "Well, you're laughing now" He tried to hide his smile. Eventually, Bokuto drew back his hand and let it fall to his side. Minutes passed, and in time, Akaashi could feel Bokuto relaxing against him, the signs of fatigue finally wearing him down. "You were out for about an hour.". Akaashi watched closely as Bokuto mouthed and typed the name. "Keep doing what you're doing." Akaashi felt his palm- warm, full, caressing the round of his face. littleluxray's writing style is absolutely amazing and i can see why several people love this. He tried to aim for it at the very least, but found it difficult to. He watched as Kuroo walked away, far enough for small details to become blurred. The black haired male looked up from his hands. I'll be sure to bring my laptop when I visit. "Don't talk like you're not one". His face still wore the same shade of red, but he no longer minded this. People with dissociative disorders escape reality in ways that are involuntary and unhealthy and cause problems with functioning in everyday life. He turned his head in the opposite direction, facing Akaashi now. Silently and almost in fascination, Bokuto stared at Akaashi once again, longer this time before he looked up, then down, then away. So he didn't care anymore. Imagine their faces when they notice I'm not even in my room." The sky burned a strong, orange glow as the sun set in the distance. "I'm fine now.". But then he spoke up again. So they don't mind. i felt sad abt it, im jus really confused at the ending, like was it a dream, hallucination, afterlife,etc? 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. by hatsumix. He hesitated for a moment, but finally spoke up. Akaashi sighed and lazily dragged his finger along the d-pad. "I'm taking it well, or at least I think I am. Nov 3, 2020 - Read Fan art (2) from the story In another life bokuto x akaashi by bakutosbigbooty with 18,728 reads. "You know Um" He looked down and rubbed his neck roughly, leaving behind deep, red marks. Those yellow eyes were gleaming. If you wanna. He eyed the blonde one for quite a while. 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. He grinned from ear to ear. He didn't seem like one to say goodbye or hello for that matter, so both Akaashi and Bokuto didn't pay any mind to it. "I said come." I hardly could read because of the tears in my eyes, everything was blurry. He'd never received a faster response in his life. Akaashi placed the box back onto the counter and huffed softly. WE HAVE TO PLAY TOGETHER.]. ", Turning his head, Bokuto looked at Akaashi. ], [I don't know any other way to put it. Akaashi literally found nothing special about Bokuto. There was almost a hint of sarcasm in his voice. He waves goodbye to his sister, shuts the door, and then walks to school, taking in a breath of the cool morning air. "I'll get us some water." And the I found you just shattered my heart like just smash it on the floor and step on it why dont you . what disease did, bokuto have in another life. Bokuto captured it all, and in no time, he found himself laughing too. 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. He had no interest in staying where he was. I recommend everyone who has the heart for it, READ THIS FIC! It was a quiet laugh. He suffered no nightmares, nor did he see anything remotely close to a dream. "Akaa-sh- d-don't-" Bokuto struggled with his breathing. He asked this in a tone of disbelief. Sho has navy blue/black hair and brown eyes. "How did he look?" "I could ask you the same thing" Akaashi's lips screwed to the side. Someone with DID has multiple, distinct personalities. Confused, Bokuto glanced over at him. Kuroo looked at Akaashi sideways. He was trying to, he truly was, but he just couldn't. He opened it and pulled one out. His only other choice was to lie there and accept whatever it was the IV liquid had to offer him. As Akaashi said this, he held out an arm, as if readying himself for some sort of hug. He made his way up the same path, walking swiftly and without pause. He only accepted my company. I know I don't have much time left." I loved this. I never asked to be emotionally destroyed . It was because of this that he was so surprised when he felt a gentle sensation against his forehead. This one.". You always do.". He smiled in Akaashi's direction, bright yellow eyes catching his own. Characters die in one life?" After several seconds, he'd returned to see that Bokuto had changed his position in bed entirely. Bokuto stared down at the white clump of melting ice, and with one finger, he pressed against it to watch it fall apart. All I have to say is that this fucking broke me. He started down the hall, sighing heavily, intent on rushing home. It was cold and shook in short bursts. Judging by his still trembling hands, he knew he wasn't. He was nothing more than a blanket with a head. When this would happen, he'd pull a frustrated expression for only a moment before his face grew too tired to hold it any longer. Stretching out a trembling arm, Akaashi took hold of Bokuto's hand. 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. as well as Bokuto knew this, and now Akaashi did, too. Akaashi stepped in and shut the door behind him. After this, he would repeat the same process, paying little to no mind to the freezing cold that surrounded him. Akaashi remained in place with the thought in mind that Bokuto would respect his personal space and sit a foot or two away from him, but to his apparent surprise, Bokuto leaned his head on Akaashi's shoulder and slipped an arm around him. "You will get through this. He had to force himself to say the mere four words. Akaashi stirred in bed slightly and let out a weak grunt. Ridiculous." He found that speaking was taking much more energy than he thought. At times, Akaashi would look through the conversations that he'd shared with him. "My room is this way.". He turned his head slowly to look at Bokuto, and watched him as he lay in his arms. Farmer's Empowerment through knowledge management. "No, I don't think so." Akaashi paused and gripped the strap of his bag. ", "And then they'd turn my room upside down in an attempt to find me. "Oh- you can move." I've heard a lot about you in the short hour that I've been here.". Bokuto moved closer to where Akaashi was standing, all the while still sitting in bed. "Five weeks ago, he was in shambles. Bokuto's breathing was quiet, and his hand never really remained still for a long time. Bokuto knew this, and now Akaashi did, too. "I refuse to go. He felt his heart rate accelerate, and his throat tightened as his vision blurred. Our teams would face each other often. Again, thank you! "The liquid started flooding into my mouth and nose, and it wasn't until I was suffocating that I forced myself awake.". "Things happen.". Pointing a finger down the hall, a small assistant nurse directed Akaashi to a different desk, one where he would be able to find more information on the subject. What is it?" Stop asking already. Akaashi's head slumped to the side, in Bokuto's direction. Akaashi bounced the ball off the floor twice. But he couldn't keep it up forever. He was waiting for Kenma, but Akaashi wondered why he hadn't waited for him in the seat that he was initially sitting in. ", Akaashi watched him carefully. Akaashi squeezed his hands together to keep them from shaking uncontrollably. That night was no different as Akaashi repeated this action for the twentieth time that day, his thumb scrolling up and down for minutes on end until he finally came to a stop. Bokuto would wince and snap back to reality the way someone would when they dreamt they were falling. He wouldn't always get answers, Akaashi was aware of this, but he would still ask him things. Once Akaashi had left the hospital, he never looked back. Bokuto's laughter died down and he closed his eyes. "I was struggling. No one could hear me. He looked in Akaashi's direction. Looking down swiftly, Akaashi's sights locked onto his hands. No!" He was wasting time, asking for something that he did not want in the least. He started on his way without so much as a second glance in the other's direction. 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. It was all still there, but there was something different about it all that puzzled Akaashi. Akaashi's asked in a leveled tone. "Keep in touch, Akaashi.". He climbed into bed and folded one leg, pulling over his laptop to start it up. Akaashi frowned heavily as he entered the hospital. ", "Kenma is fine." Mustering a weak nod, Bokuto's lips curled at the sides just a bit more. He didn't get up to alert the nurses, or the doctors, or anyone in the hospital. That had been one of Bokuto's worst attacks yet. Akaashi cast a weary look in Bokuto's direction, gave a nod, and continued on his way until he was out of the building. Bokuto's voice was soft, measly, and carried no force to it. I was in tears for most of the hours it took me to read it, and when I finished, I legitimately sobbed so hard I woke up sick the next morning. Suffers panic attacks because of them. Mildly embarrassed, Bokuto looked away and rubbed his arms. 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. Especially before certain volleyball matches." Lying next to Akaashi, a ghostly pale Bokuto smiled. Akaashi almost smiled. Bokuto stood at the side of Akaashi's bed. Thank you, Koutarou, for talking to me me in the hall that day And asking me if I was 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. Your interest is always appreciated. But three hours can also feel like seven minutes. It works for me as well. The page loaded. He watched the window quietly, paying no mind to his visitor, or so Akaashi thought. His hand took Bokuto's own, and he held it gently. But ultimately, they would urge him to carry out the task that had been pushed on him, and one way or another, he'd do it. The question came out of the blue. He would have laughed if he could. It's a long movie, and I've watched it about seven times already. They shared each other's company in silence for what felt like the length of five minutes, and in that time, Akaashi never once looked to the side to catch a glimpse at Kuroo. Akaashi leaned his head on his hand, chin resting in his palm. "Fatal Familial Insomnia? Bokuto stared at Akaashi, his features having gone from disappointed to unaccepting. His mind wouldn't allow him to. June 2, 2022 by by All he cared about was the fact that Bokuto was still with him, next to him, breathing, alive. "I heard the doctors talking. Frankly speaking, it had no affect on him in the slightest. "A-p-a-t-h-yk-u-n." Bokuto was close to saving the contact before Akaashi spoke up. But during the other two nights, he surely did make the effort to try and lull himself to sleep, but each time he did, he either found himself stirring awake from a strange dream, or lying wide awake in the middle of the night, half expecting to receive a message from Bokuto. 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. I mean, will they let you out of the hospital? 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 . After what felt like the longest ten seconds of his life, a sudden shudder charged down Akaashi's spine, causing goose bumps to rise on his flesh. "I've been cooped up in this place for too long. "More like acquaintances. This time, Kuroo was the one to grunt, the sound coming from deep within his chest. jackie robinson life and legacy. His head was cocked back as he surveyed the gym. He breathed in that familiar scent that he'd grown so attached to, then exhaled quietly against Bokuto's prominent collar bone. He could smell his faint scent. It took time for Akaashi's words to reach him, but when they finally did, his face lit up as he broke out in laughter. The cold was no longer a factor to Akaashi. 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. He looked around. It was amazing. With much effort, he sat up to look at Bokuto. "Were you ever friends with Bokuto?" Guilt bubbled up within Akaashi's chest. ", The male who stood across from Akaashi shifted his weight to one leg. But most of the time, he only sat there and continued to watch nothing. 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. I do.". It was the last word Kuroo murmured before he stared forward as well, having nothing more to say. He was undone. 'Sleep well, Akaashi.' Akaashi pursed his lips and nodded once. Akaashi kept his eyes down. But Kuroo insisted." "I'm going straight to sleep.". In Another Life LittleLuxray 4.68 768 ratings185 reviews Sleeping didn't come as easy as it used to. 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 scratched his head. Bokuto's head lay against Akaashi's shoulder. Healthy. With a heavy heart, he spoke. Akaashi made sure to take a mental picture of this before he looked down and closed his eyes. "I am. Akaashi inhaled quietly. He watched as Bokuto gathered it up in his arms and threw it around himself. It squeezed him, threatening to crush him from the inside out. "Of course they do." "I hope you don't mind me sleeping." Bokuto's eyes widened. "He does. Are you busy?". He focused on nothing Something he remembered Kenma doing. Akaashi shoved his visitor lightly. Not in front of Bokuto. "You've had two panic attacks this week already, and your hallucinations are getting worse. "All of this is so- ugh. 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. This is one of the best fics, no, pieces of writing full stop that I've ever read! what disease did, bokuto have in another life. 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. a while back in the story when bokuto was still alive, he told akaashi that he hoped that in another life, he'd be able to find akaashi again so that they can be together forever, hence why he said "i found you" :((, So i think there r two possible meanings of the ending so. He turned his head to look out the window, eyeing the moon timidly. This is why I never read Major Character Death. That was, until he saw a familiar face. "Why are you so fond of the snow, Bokuto?". He faked a smile. He felt the need to keep most of his questions at bay. Akaashi looked down the hall. He pulled out a phone, and to Akaashi's dread, he asked for his phone number. what disease did, bokuto have in another lifeturkish airlines flight 981 victims. I never thought I would end up finishing this piece, but I am glad that I did. To this, Bokuto's arm fell and rested lightly on his stomach. His lips quivered before he could form his words. I loved this. Akaashi was unhappy with where he was, unhappy with what it was that he was doing. It was very unsettling. Yeah, he left the room. All he had to do was talk to someone, and in an instant, they would be involved in Bokuto's lively shenanigans once again. He had to be. It would hurt if he did. It was a dreary place for him, a place he was not fond of, but a place he was obligated to visit. He's an okay guy. Bokuto nodded once more. They both seemed to be the same height, but Akaashi couldn't help but realize that Bokuto looked just a bit smaller. 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. He approached his bedside silently. He found some and said them without a second thought. They shared another moment of silence, something that occurred more often than Akaashi would have liked. He couldn't sleep for about an hour after the text, but ultimately slipped off to sleep. Swiftly, Akaashi closed the window, having gathered just enough snow off the edge for him to show to Bokuto. "I mean, in your state now, it's a bit clichd, don't you think?" Those honey-hued eyes took in all that they could of Akaashi's laughing face.