"Setting an alarm for six AM." Akaashi was close to holding his breath before Bokuto had finally drew his hand back. "You will get through this. It almost sounded as if Bokuto were talking to himself. He didn't get up to alert the nurses, or the doctors, or anyone in the hospital. Sleeping. It was a good idea to have never told them about him after all. Akaashi stuffed the sheets into his bag. He was wasting time, asking for something that he did not want in the least. He instead continued to stare in Akaashi's direction with hopeful eyes. He expected to hear a whine of resistance from him, but instead received nothing. He laughed again, louder this time. Bokuto blinked slowly. Bokuto turned his head, the pillow crumpling under his neck. externally i'm smiling probably because i'm trying to hide all those FEELS. Though he'd been dressed in normal, casual clothing, upon further examination, there was indeed something sickly about him. Akaashi's jaw clenched. It doesn't make any sense.". The practice of. There was only blackness. "Hello. Anything is fine." Bokuto's voice was filled to the brim with excitement. That he wasn't another one of those illusions his mind would create. "I am. ", Akaashi clenched his jaw behind a mildly irritated face. Frankly speaking, it had no affect on him in the slightest. He found it strange, how Bokuto was the one . 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. Akaashi stood from his seat and walked to the windowsill. "Sorry." He started down the hall, sighing heavily, intent on rushing home. He smoothed his thumb over Bokuto's knuckles. Here too" His voice was weaker than before, if possible. Or maybe not brooding, but more along the lines of apathetic. "May I ask your name?" what disease did, bokuto have in another life. He hissed the words under his breath, openly frustrated with the situation. Akaashi reached his hand up to rub the back of his neck roughly, administering a feeling of discomfort to one area in order to ignore the pain that threatened to swallow his heart. Akaashi stared at Bokuto, opened his mouth to say something, but found that he couldn't form even one simple word. "No. "I look Like shit, I know.". "When have you ever tried to make a joke? Akaashi stared on as his mind searched for words. 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. Unconsciously, his hand grasped Akaashi's own, and he dragged it down with his lack of strength, causing both of them to startle. "Ah. He moved forward. When he was like this, Akaashi would think that he was resting, and he would almost believe that thought until Bokuto would twitch awake again, his body jerking him from what little relaxation he tried to achieve. Bokuto looked down and twisted his lips to the side. "I won't leave you." He spoke gently in Bokuto's direction. "I thought you said you weren't ever going to set foot in here again." All he wanted was to see Bokuto again, even if just for a second. Bokuto swallowed thickly and toyed with the Pocky in his hand. At some point during their walk home from the gym, Akaashi had agreed for Bokuto to spend the night at his house. He grinned from ear to ear. He reached his arm out and held his phone in front of Bokuto for him to type. Akaashi frowned and felt that familiar pain pierce his chest. Statistics Chart He reached into his pocket to fish out his phone, and pushed call on one of his contacts. He would have to close Bokuto's blinds and take his mind off of it somehow. "I'm very bad at measuring time now, too, if you haven't noticed. He was shocked. Unknown to Bokuto, he watched him quietly through almost closed eyelids, his thick lashes being enough to hide the fact that he was still awake. Bokuto lay there glass-eyed, his welled up tears glinting in the dim lighting of the room. He could only watch as those tears fell at a faster pace, down onto his hospital gown and onto the floor. Dissociative disorders are mental disorders that involve experiencing a disconnection and lack of continuity between thoughts, memories, surroundings, actions and identity. ", "Well, I brought it up, just as a suggestion, but then he got really excited." His voice was low. Akaashi already knew where he had to go. ], [You probably fell asleep. He was happy that he'd admitted those words. Bokuto gazed at Akaashi, almost in wonder. They don't know how to H-heal me, so" From beneath the blanket, Akaashi could see Bokuto's shoulders rise and fall. "It's just A slow, downhill ride f-from here. Bokuto was very different from everyone else Akaashi had ever met before him. "The liquid started flooding into my mouth and nose, and it wasn't until I was suffocating that I forced myself awake.". And at such an early damn age, too?" 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. "What's the big deal? "It isn't." He re-read 'Sleep well, Akaashi!' ", He cocked his head to the side. He watched Bokuto's fingers curl around the phone, and his hand slowly backed away. He avoided looking at Bokuto altogether. Minutes passed, and in time, Akaashi could feel Bokuto relaxing against him, the signs of fatigue finally wearing him down. So please Let me have this.". When would he ever use it again? "I didn't Want you to leave. Suffers panic attacks because of them. [deleted] 2 yr. ago [removed] speckle park bull sales 2021 847-461-9794; what disease did, bokuto have in another life. His hands showed what his face dared not. Sometimes I think I'm funny. He found it strange, how Bokuto was the one walking around when he was the sick one out of the lot. I don't think I've ever heard you laugh, or seen you smile for that matter. It was the longest minute he'd ever been forced to sit through. It was his best and only way to hide his pain. It's another reason why I didn't want to pay Bokuto any visits." He stared at his knees intensely before Kenma spoke up. He kept his weary yellow eyes on Akaashi, waiting for him to nod. He drew in a deep breath and blinked away the stinging in his eyes. He nudged the bridge of his nose against the cool skin. (does that make sense?). Inhaling deeply, Akaashi lingered in place, then sat down in the empty seat next to Kuroo. Exhaling through his nostrils, Akaashi reclaimed his seat in bed, crossing his legs. He moved closer, his other hand taking hold of Bokuto's. "You do? Two weeks had passed since Akaashi's last visit, and to his dismay, he found himself on the same aimless path back to the same dreaded hospital. Akaashi grew silent and knitted his fingers together on his stomach, his head relaxing into his pillow. Akaashi sat at the edge of Kuroo's bed, and he stared out the window without focus. Bokuto's breathing was quiet, and his hand never really remained still for a long time. Akaashi couldn't find any words to say at that moment. Slowly, he reached a hand out and closed it over the twitching one, his four fingers fitting into Bokuto's palm. Thick, white eyebrows raised above yellow hues. ", Bokuto glanced at him. "Fatal Familial Insomnia? Slowly, his yellow eyes scrolled to the side to catch Akaashi's gaze. Feeling an amount of guilt build up within his chest, Akaashi pulled out his phone just as quickly as he'd hid it away. His hand wobbled so much that it was impossible to decipher which letters he was hitting. He didn't wait for Kuroo to respond and glanced into Bokuto's room. He only sniffed on occasion, and shifted in place, but never did he say anything to oppose Akaashi's decision. Akaashi couldn't sleep, but it wasn't because of his unfamiliarity with Bokuto that caused this. Standing at the side of Bokuto's bed, Akaashi glanced to the open door that led to the hallway. At one point in his dream, Akaashi looked out the window. Bokuto stared at the screen with interested eyes, wondering what the content would consist of. The bedsheets crumpled beneath his hands. He'd realized just how rude that was, falling asleep so easily in front of a person who's biggest struggle was just that. "I know you aren't going to ask, so I'll just let you know. Bokuto looked back up and thought for a moment, then nodded. I'm not just some visitor, after all. i'm internally SOBBING. He pushed the laptop away and pressed play. Bokuto's voice rang out from the room this time. ], [Alright, well We'll just see about that.]. His head rested on mine with the weight of someone's who's unconscious.". "I could ask you the same thing" Akaashi's lips screwed to the side. He just hoped that the night wouldn't bring him any malevolent dreams. But Akaashi knew that this wasn't the case. He could feel the ignorance emanating off of Bokuto's text messages. "I don't think I want to ask about the symptoms of this illness.". ", "So I can't sleep." Akaashi is a former intern in this hospital, and he loaths it. "Let's just go.". It shocked him as Akaashi continued. He leaned his chin against the palm of his hand and chortled. Mustering a weak nod, Bokuto's lips curled at the sides just a bit more. He was trying. "No, I don't think so." Genres Fan FictionLGBTRomanceBoys LoveAnimeQueerManga 104 pages, ebook Published January 1, 2015 Book details & editions The last thing he wanted to do was wake him up, so they lay in silence for minutes on end. by postingAO3stories. He was kind of difficult to keep up with, and Akaashi felt like this would be a long term sort of thing. Still, he continued to talk. In Another Life LittleLuxray 4.68 768 ratings185 reviews Sleeping didn't come as easy as it used to. He feared that if he did, he wouldn't be able to keep his emotions at bay. "All of this is so- ugh. He twisted his body to reach for the box of Pocky that sat on the counter. Work Search: "Take a seat. What was he to say? But instead, he was greeted with nothing. An old friend." Very long. He meets Bokuto, a patient who has a crippling disease, Fatal familial insomnia, FFI. He would study them for quite a while until they melted and left behind nothing more than a droplet on his arm. Akaashi avoided looking into them. In no time, Akaashi is ready and prepared for school. Bokuto missed Akaashi's set twelve times. There, he parted the glass slightly. "Yes.". 'Sleep well, Akaashi.' He smiled. "Shit- shit." Akaashi didn't want to bring up the fact that Bokuto probably would no longer possess the ability to walk by the time any snow did get a chance to fall, so he kept his mouth shut. I never asked to be emotionally destroyed . ", Akaashi turned his head to face Kuroo. An embarrassed chuckle escaped him. Both hands had clasped around Bokuto's own now, quavering without pause. It worried him enough to get some words out of him. Bokuto kept silent. "The movie kept me company. Unnerved, he spoke up again. His frustration was unmasked. The black haired male looked up from his hands. "How are you feeling, Koutarou?". Thank you, Koutarou, for talking to me me in the hall that day And asking me if I was alright. Again, if he hadn't known any better, Akaashi would have figured that Bokuto was already fast asleep. He eyed the blonde one for quite a while. 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. He wears a white shirt and blue trousers, and is also seen wearing pyjamas in the movie when it is his bedtime. "So you must be leaving soon, then.". The hospital AU that no body asked for, but that I took upon myself to write. "I would stay if it were up to me. Mildly embarrassed, Bokuto looked away and rubbed his arms. "Akaashi?" 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. He turned his head and met Akaashi's gaze with weary, well rested eyes. It was the weakest sound Akaashi had ever heard. Bokuto knew this, and now Akaashi did, too. Once he saw this, Kenma picked himself up from his seat, put his hands at his side, and bowed his head. He feared he wouldn't be able to pull himself out of this state, but then it occurred to him that he was not alone in this. Sunlight broke into the room, cascading all along the walls and floor, and casting shadows all around. Kenma almost murmured the words. He already knew. "Yeah. I never thought I would end up finishing this piece, but I am glad that I did. I read 5 sad hq ff cz I'm a broken idiot and the galaxy is endless and in another life hurt me on such a deep level. "Don't call me that." Bokuto inhaled all that he could. Everyone came to an unspoken agreement after the one sentence. ", Akaashi was straightforward, but he wasn't heartless. His face glowed the quietest shade of red, and he tried to hide it from Akaashi. But always, he'd receive nothing. It wasn't necessarily a bow. Akaashi had nothing else to say. Bokuto covered his mouth and coughed suddenly. A small thumb rubbed at the system's screen to remove a smudge. In an attempt to move, he tapped his fingers against his legs at an impatient pace. It took every fiber of his being to keep his voice from trembling. You always do.". While we've done our best to make the core functionality of this site accessible without javascript, it will work better with it enabled. "I'm fine." this is seriously the most depressing thing in the world. The sound of the palm of Bokuto's hand meeting the ball sounded much like an explosion. Eventually, Bokuto drew back his hand and let it fall to his side. "Because you said you were okay, and I knew you weren't.". Akaashi doubted that he'd ever have Bokuto over again, so hearing him say 'I'll have to watch it again,' didn't sit too well with him. Especially before certain volleyball matches." 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've been cooped up in this place for too long. He exerted more force into his arms, getting Bokuto to take a step back. 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. 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. He turned to look at Akaashi. No one could hear me. It's so good that I hate it so much because the sheer amount of pain it caused me. He didn't know how to react, didn't know what to do or say, but as he searched for the right words to speak, or the right thing to do, Akaashi found himself doing something he didn't expect of himself. "You don't like to see him like that, do you?". "You seem a bit anxious." 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. Kuroo was quiet on the other end. I showed up to your house unannounced at three in the morning. He answered blatantly. "Close your eyes for the time being." Akaashi looked at his phone to read the sentence. Bokuto quieted himself, curled up, and watched on as the movie started. Akaashi heaved a sigh. It almost looked as if he were asleep. "Yeah." I don't want to hear them. Bokuto's words haunted him, and they repeated themselves over and over in his mind. ", Bokuto couldn't help but guffaw, his head tilting back. "Do you want to watch a movie?". The day was exceptionally cold, but Akaashi was glad to know that the hospital's room provided enough heat to keep Bokuto from freezing over. ", "Kenma is fine." 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. "That weather will only hurt you. Akaashi's face buried into the crook of his neck. 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. "Give me a break here." Imagine the looks on their faces when they see me coming in from the outside. In what you want to say, I mean?". You had a nightmare? "Well now you have. He watched as Bokuto's chest rose and fell with each breath that kept him alive. "Of this hospital. Akaashi watched closely as Bokuto mouthed and typed the name. From the background of the video, a low voice could be heard. He would have laughed if he could. I couldn't put Bokuto through all of that. Now on to another one I have noticed. "Everything you say is so straightforward. "It's not like I would've made any noise," Bokuto all but shouted, following after him. "I know you're fond of that movie." ", "He's genuine, kind, and at times, infantile, but that's what makes him so Likeable, I suppose. hasjhjaa currently crying. Akaashi never received another message in the remaining hour that he was awake. Another laugh. Akaashi figured he should stay quiet too. A genuine expression made its home on Akaashi's features, and a hand reached up to push through his raven locks. "But why?" His company did not seem like the type to socialize so openly, so he figured simple inquiries would do just fine, especially if he kept them to a minimum. It was his attempt at brightening the mood, or "being funny," as some called it, but alas, his words had fallen flat on the ground as he received another silent reply from Bokuto. ", "It's more than that!" I hardly could read because of the tears in my eyes, everything was blurry. Thank you for stopping by, your interest means everything to me. The words left his mouth reluctantly. He managed a feeble shrug and turned to continue on with the movie that he'd watched for the thirtieth time already. The taller, dark haired male gestured to them. Those yellow eyes were gleaming. His hands squeezed tightly around the navy blue blanket that enveloped him. "Are you sure you should be going out in the cold like that?". He looked up, gazed at Akaashi past his bleached blonde bangs, and straightened his back in the slightest way possible. He knew that once they found out, they would take Bokuto away from him. Absolutely not. They asked about the blanket and the scarf, but they never asked about Bokuto. "Kuroo?" "That's interesting". His voice was full of excitement as he proceeded to enter the name for his new contact. I would have Kenma say bye, too, but-" He turned his head to look around, "He left the room? He stared at the wall and bounced one leg up and down as his emotions slowly started to reclaim him. Akaashi pulled his arms in close, wrapping the sheets around himself. Akaashi sat up and placed his phone on the counter. He felt like he could enjoy Kozume's company, what with how his words lacked all form of emotion. "I barely ever see it." Bokuto gathered the navy blue blanket in his arms, and cautiously threw it around his shoulders. Akaashi picked this up quickly, and he pulled his phone out for Bokuto to use. Akaashi groaned softly and covered his face. "I spoke to Kuroo most of the time, so it doesn't count.". He pulled a mock cool expression, but this was cut short as someone else spoke up. "Well, you're laughing now" He tried to hide his smile. Akaashi's eyes lowered, focusing on the arm that was attached to the hand that he was holding. His face still wore the same shade of red, but he no longer minded this. But Akaashi knew full well that such a thing wasn't possible with Bokuto's condition. This one.". ", "It's not." It had been the same guy he'd almost bumped into Perhaps he'd remained in the hall and watched as Akaashi had gone from a brisk walk to a sudden stop. jackie robinson life and legacy. "Nope." I've seen enough." Loud, though.". "This is Kuroo, a close friend of mine. Our teams would face each other often. Someone with DID has multiple, distinct personalities. His head was down and his fingers moved swiftly over the buttons on the gaming device that he held in his hands. "The three hours!" Akaashi found himself laughing along with him. The bright light caused him to squint as he read the message. Akaashi is dreaming and he sees bokuto in his dream and most ppl think this also. Don't Come telling m-me now that you Have only been coming here every day because y-you wanted to.". Kuroo started down the hall, Bokuto trailing after him. "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. ", Once Akaashi realized what Kuroo was talking about, he instantly felt his spirits fall. This time, Bokuto directed his attention to Akaashi. He let it fall over his stomach, and there it rested. Akaashi kept his eyes down. They shared another moment of silence, something that occurred more often than Akaashi would have liked. He circled around the male, apologizing flatly before he continued on. I loved this. 61.7K 2.6K 3.9K. He found it much too difficult to say no to Bokuto, but it had to be done. Akaashi spoke in a calm, slow voice. Akaashi looked down and away from Bokuto, then back to the window. He was getting frustrated. Bokuto nodded and stretched a wobbling arm out. "Keep in touch, Akaashi.". the chaotic, crazy, happy-when-he's-not-in-emo-mode bokuto crying absolutely broke me. They sat heavily in the pit of his stomach, churning and pestering him, urging him to throw up. He made his way up the same path, walking swiftly and without pause. Akaashi pursed his lips and nodded once. 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. Use it.". "By sneaking out! A trembling, tender laugh escaped Akaashi. ", Shrugging one shoulder, Akaashi grabbed his phone. Not me llorando a la 1am por culpa de esto. Akaashi reached his arms out and pushed Bokuto away. Bokuto didn't allow him to finish his sentence as he embraced Akaashi suddenly. ", Akaashi's eyes squinted to the words, and he leaned forward in shock. This was his way of saying he was feeling alright. I know that I'm a lost cause. "Please toss to me again!" 2) After Akaashi fell asleep, he somehow transported to an alternate universe where Bokuto is alive. "And that's Kenma for you" Kuroo groaned as he repositioned himself in bed, and then he smiled. by hatsumix. Please play on the highest quality possibleToday, February 3, Bokuto Koutarou's death anniversary.This edit is just based on the fanfic, so don't worry, Boku. And to have gotten to know you". He looked around and frowned, and figured it would be best to take his leave. "No you haven't. He reached a hand out to turn on the lamp that sat on his nightstand. In a daze, Akaashi's last words were, "Good night, Koutarou," before he slipped off into a deep sleep. "Me too" Bokuto's eyes never left Akaashi. "Please hold onto it, Bokuto.". i felt sad abt it, im jus really confused at the ending, like was it a dream, hallucination, afterlife,etc? "I was struggling. i mean, i felt sad sure but I didn't really get the last few parts, like was it a dream, was Akaashi having a hallucination, did he die from a broken heart and that was like a vision of some of his best moments with Bokuto, etc. Akaashi stared intensely at the screen, then tore his gaze away and looked back to Bokuto. "This is all so nostalgic." Bokuto resisted, standing firm in place. "Of course. 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. Bokuto was afraid to wake Akaashi. In the span of a little over a month, Bokuto had gone from a general one-hundred and fifty pounds to a mere ninety-seven pounds, last time they'd weighed him. Ten degrees outside.". to watch kuroo slowly die was a kind of pain i didn't know existed. Akaashi muttered. We can watch Cloud Atlas again. I was sobbing so hard at the end I legit thought I was going to pass out. "Don't be sorry." By the time that movie ends, it'll be six. He sighed. ", "It's fine. In a matter of minutes, just as Akaashi had started to fidget, Bokuto spoke up. He lost the ability to walk a little more than a week ago. He wanted to know if it was real or not. pathfinder: kingmaker hour of rage challenge armag . He was redirecting the pain. This is why I never read Major Character Death. There's no stopping you, is there? 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 . Relaxing his head against the crook of Bokuto's neck, Akaashi blinked wearily and stared off into the distance. And so he continued to try and grasp sleep, expecting nothing from the noise. But people never laugh at my jokes. "I said come." Did he really think he was admitted to a hospital just because he was having trouble sleeping? He blinked weakly and slid his fingers down the sides of his phone, a sign of weariness that he could not disobey. He looked up at the sickly one when he'd said those words, trying to meet his gaze, but ultimately finding no yellow eyes to look into. " Are you here to see Bokuto Koutarou?" Akaashi stopped in his tracks, in front of Bokuto's room. His undivided attention was on Bokuto. Sleep well, Akaashi! This is strange. He spoke just loudly enough for Bokuto to hear him. It was the only normal thing to do, considering how he was the one who was suffering from said disease. I had no power over it whatsoever. 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. His fingers remained stiff for quite some time as his eyes read the introductory paragraph over and over again. Another sigh was forced out, even heavier this time. His only other choice was to lie there and accept whatever it was the IV liquid had to offer him. ", Akaashi nearly scoffed. Bokuto closed his eyes after that, one hand resting on the side of his head. He laughed hard, or at least as hard as he could. Akaashi was dumbfounded. Reading it at 3am didn't help either because I was just crying in front of my phone screen until the sun rose. Bokuto followed briskly. Akaashi relaxed then, keeping the sleeping act alive. He did not seem to take offense easily. He lay his cheek on the top of Akaashi's head and kept still, daring not to wake him. [Nightmare? "Just breathe with me.". 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. I like to think of this as the, of course, depression part of his Bipolar. Your interest is always appreciated. Though the question was asked clearly, Bokuto didn't make a sound, nor did he move. 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. They asked him questions. However, he is initially listless and pessimistic about his operation, as he has no will to live, thinking . Kenma didn't give him a chance to respond. 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. But most of the time, he only sat there and continued to watch nothing. 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 turned away and frowned. When he had, however, instead of shutting his phone off and trying to force a few hours of sleep upon himself, Akaashi stared at the phone screen longingly, and read the last messages that were sent between them. He swallowed thick, and turned his head to stare out the window again. My home is not a place for you to be right now. A hand tugged at his shirt weakly. "What's it called?" "Good" Bokuto eased back and buried his head into his pillow. [Verse 2 . their spirits found each other again as they moved on to "another life". As Akaashi said this, he held out an arm, as if readying himself for some sort of hug. Why?" Out in the dead of night stood Bokuto, with the burgundy knit scarf around his neck, a jacket, jeans, and slippers. Akaashi opened the first movie that he had in his computer's memory. 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. which ABSOFUCKINGLUTELY BROKE ME TO PIECES. He only waved goodbye at a staring Akaashi before following his small friend down the stairs. "About three hours." Something told him that those words weren't meant for the movie, but Akaashi shoved this thought away. I recommended this book to my friend Sophia, and she cried too. In another life. So much so that his hands trembled slightly whenever he'd push Akaashi's bangs away. That night, he dreamt of the first night Bokuto had come over his home. Keeping his eyes closed, Akaashi took in the feeling of this. "I guess I could find some time to talk every so often." He only bundled himself up in the sheets that surrounded him. So they don't mind. I can probably reschedule], [Nah, it's alright! It was one of those "White days", as Bokuto liked to call them, so he paid much more attention to the world beyond the glass than he did to his own confined life in the hospital. Akaashi turned to catch a glimpse of him, but he stared off in the distance, his eyes not focusing on anything in particular. It was small and measly, but there. what disease did, bokuto have in another life. It was a dreary place for him, a place he was not fond of, but a place he was obligated to visit. "Akaashi? He didn't want to talk to anyone. 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.