Kuroo's the bigger one. ], [No, more like the clichd kind, where you sit up in bed in a cold sweat. Startled, Akaashi opened his eyes and glanced in Kuroo's direction. Looking down swiftly, Akaashi's sights locked onto his hands. He twisted his body to reach for the box of Pocky that sat on the counter. And at such an early damn age, too?" Akaashi didn't know why he had this effect on him, but he did, and that was all that mattered to him. Akaashi let out a half-assed grunt and continued to stare forward. He, too, did not intend on showing up to any funeral. "Koutarou Why do you watch me like that?" He snorted in laughter. His voice was solemn. "I barely ever see it." He praises others while shouting that he's the best at everything he does. Cloud Atlas so much.". "We were actually just talking about stepping outside. 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. It was cold and shook in short bursts. By the time that movie ends, it'll be six. Mentally, he was more than ready to spike, but not so much physically. He brought a hand up to push through his black hair, and slowly, his head fell forward. Bokuto whispered. I knew this was the most notorious/popular fic in the Haikyuu!! I'll have to watch it again.". Bokuto pulled off Akaashi's jacket. "Are you tired?". 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. A subreddit about the volleyball manga written by Furudate Haruichi, Haikyuu!! Akaashi heaved a sigh. When he exhaled, a puff of smoke left him. Hesitating, he turned, pivoting on one foot to stare back at the small one who sat by his lonesome. Despite this, it only seemed to make Bokuto laugh even harder. "I won't leave you." It was a quiet laugh. Here too" His voice was weaker than before, if possible. Even if it's just a little bit."
In Another Life// Bokuto Kotarou's "Death Anniversary - YouTube "That was your idea of a joke?". He stared up at Akaashi with that smile that never seemed to fade. Kuroo rubbed his elbow, irate, and sighed in defeat. Relaxing his head against the crook of Bokuto's neck, Akaashi blinked wearily and stared off into the distance. 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. "I mean, in your state now, it's a bit clichd, don't you think?" He smiled down at him. Akaashi almost smiled. He stalked over to the other side of the bed, where he would be able to look at Bokuto's face. Bokuto's hands were as cold as ice, causing Akaashi's concern in him to grow even more. He glanced to the side. "It isn't." Akaashi swiped and unlocked his phone with trembling hands. With barely an ounce of strength left, Bokuto pulled himself up a tad to get a better look outside. But Akaashi knew that this wasn't the case. "It's nice to meet you, Kozume. Bokuto smiled wide to those words.
iN ANOTHER LIFE Pages 1-50 - Flip PDF Download | FlipHTML5 ", "And then they'd turn my room upside down in an attempt to find me. Perplexed, Akaashi directed his full attention to Bokuto. "I haven't set foot outside in weeks." He then reached out and took hold of Bokuto's arm to help him back to the bed. He'd nodded off for a brief moment, with his arms crossed and his head resting on a thick bundle of pillows. You like volleyball too?! Bokuto refused to budge. "Of this hospital. Bokuto knew this, and now Akaashi did, too. You sleep if you want to. 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 nodded once more. His tired eyes were on Akaashi. The sound of rain pelting hard against the window snapped Akaashi back into reality. Bokuto replied, lifting his head. Akaashi stared at the text message and let out a shaking sigh. Kuroo's voice was reserved and reluctant. On the first night out of the three, Akaashi flat out refused to get any rest in fear of suffering another night terror. He almost portrayed the behaviors of a child, sticking to an activity and refusing to let it up, repeating whatever he was up to without having anyone to tell him to stop. Once there, Bokuto pulled his hand from Akaashi's and leaned it against the windowsill. He moved in his seat and sat straight against the head of the bed, then looked down at Bokuto. Bokuto's breathing was quiet, and his hand never really remained still for a long time. "The gymnasium's about ten minutes that way." He just didn't want to accept it. 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 . "He turned twenty only three months ago", Akaashi lowered his head. He only bundled himself up in the sheets that surrounded him. Dissociative identity disorder (DID) is a mental health condition. Bokuto reached a hand out, aimlessly trying to swat Akaashi's own hand away. "I see." So they don't mind. ", Once Akaashi realized what Kuroo was talking about, he instantly felt his spirits fall. He turned his head to look out the window, eyeing the moon timidly. Kuroo was just as bitter. 3) Akaashi died in the end, and meets Bokuto in the afterlife. Kuroo's the heavier one. Pursing his lips, Akaashi let his head fall back into the pillows. He's going to be fine. But sometimes, he wouldn't answer certain questions, despite Akaashi asking them twice. He was obviously tired, showing signs of exhaustion with every small move he made. It's a little too late for that, Bokuto." "That weather will only hurt you. Also, when people say they cried at something, at times it's not literal, it also might mean that it feels like they're going to cry or something like that. "Alright." Or maybe January? Bokuto's skin crawled, goose bumps pimpling his porcelain surface. What was he to say? ", Akaashi clenched his jaw behind a mildly irritated face. ", Bokuto snorted. "Stop trying to act like this isn't such a big deal You may not think it is, but I" He paused and reached his arms out to get in another shove. "I told you I would" He all but murmured against Bokuto's shoulder. He feared that if he did, he wouldn't be able to keep his emotions at bay. Though is was delayed, Akaashi moved on instinct and sat near Kuroo. Akaashi could feel a weak, ailing arm pull itself up to rest upon his shoulder. right so, bokuto passes away while akaashi is in his hands, and basically at the end i'm pretty sure akaashi has a hallucination of bokuto where he says "I found you." His eyes stared forward, uninterested in the information desk several meters from him. Akaashi sat up straight and composed himself. Just then, as Akaashi bit down on the inside of his lower lip, he turned his head in time to catch a glimpse of Kenma lowering his head towards Bokuto. Akaashi woke up to the feeling of sunlight against his face. ", Small tears spilled out of Bokuto's eyes and rolled down his hauntingly placid features. The discomfort could be heard in Bokuto's voice. "Could you please toss to me some more?". My sister told me to read it, since I really don't cry. Kuroo made a grunting noise and had nothing more to say on the subject. He left the room quickly, leaving Bokuto by his lonesome. "No. He threw the ball to Akaashi. 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. I couldn't stop, even if I tried. "Hello. Akaashi's parents were intent on having him intern in a hospital nearby, so that he could stockpile more things that would look . But he only swallowed and kept his composure, just as he'd been doing since the day he met Bokuto. A stronger laugh broke out from him, rattling his body as he lay down in bed. 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. He exerted more force into his arms, getting Bokuto to take a step back. 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. Akaashi stopped in his tracks, in front of Bokuto's room. "They aren't really there." He was wasting time, asking for something that he did not want in the least. He thought back to the bags around Bokuto's eyes. "You seem a bit anxious." He leaned into his touch, and his vision began to fade, his eyes welling with tears. Akaashi raised his eyebrows. There was nothing.
In The Other Life - Chapter 1 - miyozun - Archive of Our Own The taller, dark haired male gestured to them. Bokuto would lay still for quite a while, his head tilted to the side with one hand on his stomach, and the other at his side. My last memory of Koutaro is already with me, and it will die along with me.". It shocked him as Akaashi continued. "See you in three hours." He felt the need to keep most of his questions at bay. The soft touch of Akaashi's hair against his chin comforted Bokuto, and pulled him into a relaxed state. "Why did you stop so suddenly? They both found it easier to believe in that lie than to accept the truth of what was to come. Bokuto stared at Akaashi sharply. 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. I guess I can wait that long. 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 read up on the symptoms and blinked gently, a hand over his lips. He did not give Akaashi time to voice his guess as he then moved his finger to point at his eye, then finally at Akaashi. "Hey- Akaashi, right? Still, he continued. Once he saw this, Kenma picked himself up from his seat, put his hands at his side, and bowed his head. "You're too loud, be quiet." The hospital AU that no body asked for, but that I took upon myself to write. He's an okay guy. Kenma rubbed his nose with his sleeve. Bokuto's fingers touched at Akaashi's knuckles. Akaashi went straight into the reading. The black haired male looked up from his hands. This backfired, however, as the other's hand quickly withdrew. He swallowed thickly. His voice was full of excitement as he proceeded to enter the name for his new contact. The tiny snowflakes deteriorated in the warmth of his palm, leaving a small puddle behind. Bokuto was bursting with emotion. He almost didn't want to come today, either. "You can sit anywhere." I cried several times while typing it, actually. He watched Bokuto's fingers curl around the phone, and his hand slowly backed away. Exhaling heavily, Akaashi turned to look at the desk near his bed. Bokuto had his head turned away. He inhaled audibly, and Akaashi could hear a scratching sound. They go back a couple of years.". "I feel the same about this place, honestly." "No. He shut his eyes and squeezed his palm.
In Another Life ending? : r/haikyuu - reddit Pressing his lips into a thin slab of a line, Akaashi shook his head once more. "Don't apologize.". The same thing happened to him some two and a half months ago. Akaashi's tone was monotonous, but Kuroo didn't fail to detect the venom that lined each word prior to his last sentence. He glared at them intensely with that same placid expression of his, making this look all the more unnerving. Tried so hard to keep himself together, but he knew he was too weak to pull such a bluff. He wasn't too sure why. He touched his forehead to Bokuto's shoulder, which only earned a laugh from him. Bokuto looked up, surprised, and glanced back down at the snack in his hands. His phone was there. He lost the ability to walk a little more than a week ago. Whatever was left of Akaashi's smile faded. He was staring outside at the white clouds that shrouded the skies, mesmerized by just how colorless it made everything seem. Slowly, his yellow eyes scrolled to the side to catch Akaashi's gaze. 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. He felt as if all the air had been squeezed out of his body by the words that Bokuto had spoken. Bokuto tucked his hands into the pockets of his hood, his shoulders hunching. "Don't do that." "Bokuto is starting to look less and less like his old self, too. Bokuto spoke, his voice peaceful. At first, Akaashi thought nothing of it. 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. 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 reminded him of his home Bokuto nearly bumped into Akaashi as he stopped to enter his room. "Ninety-seven pounds, right? Akaashi felt his palm- warm, full, caressing the round of his face. 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 avoided looking into them. His breathing was heavy, his heart rate quicker than usual; Akaashi could feel his heart pounding in his throat, making it difficult to swallow. Bokuto no longer smelled like a hospital. So much so that his hands trembled slightly whenever he'd push Akaashi's bangs away. At other times, he would just tell him things that were on his mind. Akaashi turned away and frowned. I'm not quite sure if he dies from a heartbreak or not though, trying to find that out for myself. "And my hallucinations aren't all that bad. He sat cross-legged, with a shirt on that was two sizes too big, and a hat that looked as if it had been placed on his head without his consent. He had to be. So he stayed in place, holding onto Bokuto, taking in his company for one last time before he'd never see him again. He only accepted my company. But as he thought of it, as he narrowed down the true meanings of both phrases, he ultimately could not decide which of the two were more horrifying. Bokuto knew this, and now Akaashi did, too. From his peripheral, Akaashi could see their hand reaching out to him. Akaashi was glad to have made it in time. 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. A gust of icy wind charged its way into the room in an instant, draining the warmth from everything it touched. He stared at him intently and watched every move he made, to the point where this had captured Akaashi's attention. "That's Fine with me." He grinned from ear to ear. I was actually thinking of taking my leave soon, as well-", "What? This time, Kuroo was the one to grunt, the sound coming from deep within his chest. Unconsciously, his hand grasped Akaashi's own, and he dragged it down with his lack of strength, causing both of them to startle. 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. He found it much too difficult to say no to Bokuto, but it had to be done. Akaashi sighed to himself, frustrated with how easily he'd given in to Bokuto's begging. But that still doesn't make me a better person. Akaashi watched as one of Bokuto's hands twitched involuntarily, and to his dismay, it wouldn't stop. "You're sick, you need medical attention. He stretched and stifled a yawn, pushed a hand through the mess that was his hair, and relaxed his head against Akaashi's shoulder. And with that glint came his smile. Kuroo would have been concerned if not for finding out what had happened earlier that day. Ten degrees outside.". He only looked like a tall, thin, black mass now as he stood near the stairway. But even if he has, that's not what I meant." He couldn't find his pulse. "May I ask your name?" Heavy raindrops pelted against the window as Bokuto's frantic sounds filled the room. "Hey- hey!" Characters die in one life?"
what disease did, bokuto have in another life There's a storm coming. 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. 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.
Dissociative Identity Disorder: What Is It, Symptoms & Treatment Kuroo." Akaashi leaned his head on his hand, chin resting in his palm. "It's not like I would've made any noise," Bokuto all but shouted, following after him. "Thank you." "Just Because" He replied in what almost sounded like a surprised tone. Akaashi placed the small, white compressed lump of snow into Bokuto's palm. He motioned for Bokuto to come closer. Akaashi lifted himself onto his elbows. Slowly, he reached a hand out and closed it over the twitching one, his four fingers fitting into Bokuto's palm. His head eased into his pillow, and to his surprise, within a matter of minutes, he could feel himself slipping. That was, until he saw a familiar face. Now on to another one I have noticed. Akaashi reached his arms out and pushed Bokuto away. "Get back into bed. 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. "The movie kept me company. But he couldn't keep it up forever. Kenma didn't give him a chance to respond. It was strange how the less Bokuto asked, the more Akaashi found himself saying. No words were exchanged for a moment, and soon, the short amount of silence had become awkward. He walked ahead quickly, straight into the room. I didn't hear what you said" Kenma looked up and was greeted with a front facing camera. He forced those words away and replaced them with new ones. It was so weak and feeble, it could barely be heard, but it was there, and Akaashi could hear it, so that was enough for Bokuto. "Um Bokuto?
Who originally wrote in another life Bokuaka? - MyBookAddiction.com He couldn't sleep because of his honest fascination with him. I may not be as sharp as I used to, but that whole 'Time flies when you're having fun,' rule still applies to me, even today.". "This is all so nostalgic." To not be able to sleep?". "Shut up." He swallowed once, hoping to get rid of the lump in his throat. It was then that Bokuto's eyes blinked in realization, and slowly but surely, he moved his lips to answer. He instead continued to stare in Akaashi's direction with hopeful eyes. Akaashi listened to the quickened rate of Bokuto's still beating heart, and knew that this was his response to his words. As Bokuto backed away from the window, Akaashi was quick to close it, locking the bitter night air out of the room for the remainder of the night. externally i'm smiling probably because i'm trying to hide all those FEELS. He hissed the words under his breath, openly frustrated with the situation. Was he just playing the fool after all? RandyKrauswasparalyzed.Hisleftsidewasuseless.Buthisrighthandwas1enoughtoliftabuckettohisforehead.Oncehe'dbeenapoliceofficerandownedaprivate-eyeagency.Oncehe . He said the name with a lack of interest to try and soften the blow, but Akaashi knew that no matter how he approached it, Bokuto would frown when he heard the name. He felt like he could enjoy Kozume's company, what with how his words lacked all form of emotion. He closed his eyes in a slow blink and kept his breathing quiet. Someone with DID has multiple, distinct personalities. 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. Bokuto gathered the navy blue blanket in his arms, and cautiously threw it around his shoulders. For every time Akaashi would witness this, his mind would repeat one phrase, whether he wanted to hear it or not. He leaned back in his chair. Akaashi stirred in bed slightly and let out a weak grunt. Sho has navy blue/black hair and brown eyes. "Give me a break here." You don't need to know a THING about Haikyuu!! Looking up at Akaashi with eager eyes, as if he'd been asked the question out of his own free will, Bokuto gladly answered. Akaashi looked down the hall. "I have to go, Bokuto." Akaashi woke with a start that same night, his strangled shouts having pulled him from his sleep. Bokuto's arm unconsciously squeezed Akaashi closer to his side. Akaashi was quick to withdraw his hand, but he managed it discretely. Apathy-kun. It had been three days since Bokuto's passing, and surely enough, sleep did not come to Akaashi as easily as it used to. "Of course they do." their spirits found each other again as they moved on to "another life". [deleted] 2 yr. ago [removed] So i havent seen ppl talking about this so i m guessing i m the only one who thinks this and its prolly CRAZY but HEAR ME OUT i think akaashi is now have same disease as bokuto and first he coulndt fell asleep and now he is also seeing hallucinations and prolly he will also die like bokuto but the diffrence being he was there for bokuto but sadly there will be no one by his side and he will die alone but surely with a smile on his face cause he can finally meet bokuto in after life. "I guess I could find some time to talk every so often." I know that I'm a lost cause. See you, Bokuto. In what you want to say, I mean?". It took a moment for Bokuto to focus on him.
He laughed hard, or at least as hard as he could. He swallowed thick, and turned his head to stare out the window again. Taking the ball in his hands, Akaashi aimed for the approximate location as to where Bokuto would spike the ball. I loved this. It read: "If I knew those words I spoke a week ago would have been my last, I would have chosen them more carefully.". Bokuto's hallucinations had become such a part of him, that he thought the snow outside was just another mind trick. However, he is initially listless and pessimistic about his operation, as he has no will to live, thinking . Bokuto knew this, and now Akaashi did, too.The hospital AU that no body asked for, but that I took upon myself to write. Managing a miserable smile, Akaashi roughly rubbed his palm with his thumb. His hand trembled harder with each passing second, as if the movement would cause Bokuto to wake up.