I can probably reschedule], [Nah, it's alright! Are you feeling better?]. He understood where Akaashi was coming from and didn't even think of holding his icy tone against him. He rubbed the back of his neck. Akaashi looked down and away from Bokuto, then back to the window. He stared in Bokuto's direction, at him this time. "What? He wears a white shirt and blue trousers, and is also seen wearing pyjamas in the movie when it is his bedtime. They remained speechless in each other's company for several minutes before Bokuto actually spoke up, his voice sounding like nothing more than a mere whisper. 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 . 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. And remember, you're the best." RandyKrauswasparalyzed.Hisleftsidewasuseless.Buthisrighthandwas1enoughtoliftabuckettohisforehead.Oncehe'dbeenapoliceofficerandownedaprivate-eyeagency.Oncehe . Or maybe not brooding, but more along the lines of apathetic. His hands showed what his face dared not. He kicked his legs out of bed and walked across his room to retrieve a thick blanket that sat bundled up in a rolling chair. He found it strange, how Bokuto was the one walking around when he was the sick one out of the lot. "Nice to meet you, Akaashi. The other spoke in a quiet voice, low and brooding. He smoothed his thumb over Bokuto's knuckles. 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. Mental Illnesses of Haikyuu | Anime Amino Bokuto turned his head to catch another look out the window. Akaashi kicked his legs out of bed with much effort and stood on his feet. "Awful." He didn't last another second in Bokuto's company before he turned and briskly walked out of the room. He was shocked. Bokuto grabbed Akaashi's hands with his own. Akaashi eyeballed the small male for a long second, knowing that he wouldn't look up to catch him. "I know." Sleeping didn't come as easy as it used to. From his peripheral, Akaashi could see their hand reaching out to him. He huffed out a breath and turned around. "He's here? He was wasting time, asking for something that he did not want in the least. Press J to jump to the feed. Akaashi made his way to the hospital for the umpteenth time that week, his hands in his jacket pockets and his nose burying into the burgundy knit scarf that protected him from the chilly weather. "Akaashi? Though the question was asked clearly, Bokuto didn't make a sound, nor did he move. The light that came from outside reflected off of Bokuto's teardrops, lighting his face up in the most gentle of ways. They both found it easier to believe in that lie than to accept the truth of what was to come. His head slumped against his shoulder, and both his hands rested on his stomach. His hands rested on his stomach, the dark blanket surrounding him from behind, but slipping off just enough for his torso to be exposed. A small thumb rubbed at the system's screen to remove a smudge. 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. They both seemed to be the same height, but Akaashi couldn't help but realize that Bokuto looked just a bit smaller. He swallowed thickly and looked out the window. 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. Akaashi's face buried into the crook of his neck. During the next day, Akaashi decided to stay home. Stretching out a trembling arm, Akaashi took hold of Bokuto's hand. "It's just A slow, downhill ride f-from here. He started down the hall, sighing heavily, intent on rushing home. I know a gymnasium we can go to], [Is that too long a wait? He's an okay guy. "Let's just go.". He could still see Bokuto's hand, and it had frozen in place. It brought him back to his high school days. That familiar feeling of dread was rising from deep within him, something Akaashi wanted to forget. It's a little too late for that, Bokuto." It was strange how the less Bokuto asked, the more Akaashi found himself saying. "So we were going to step outside for a minute or two in order to get this owl to shut up.". "Wait, what? "I'd dream that I messed up during a spike, and then I'd wake up fuming, and would constantly tell myself that I was the best.". Slipping his head down to Bokuto's chest, Akaashi leaned against his frail frame. Once again, that crippling spell took hold of him, and Akaashi couldn't move, nor could he speak. The bright light caused him to squint as he read the message. I never thought I would end up finishing this piece, but I am glad that I did. He couldn't face him. Use it.". He eyed the blonde one for quite a while. His ability to speak left him soon after. His answer was cold, but it did not seem to cut through the other's pleasant mood. No words were exchanged for what seemed like forever before Akaashi spoke up. He swore without a filter. Akaashi's eyes widened, his emotions now falling victim to a strange mix of fear and fury. He wished he could fight it, but he knew there was no possible way for him to. [deleted] 2 yr. ago [removed] In Another Life ending? : r/haikyuu - reddit ", "Kenma is fine." He shut his eyes and squeezed his palm. He made it home without so much as a hello to his parents who sat in the living room. He was waiting for Kenma, but Akaashi wondered why he hadn't waited for him in the seat that he was initially sitting in. Despite him being the one who asked, Bokuto held onto it tightly. Sucking his teeth, Bokuto pulled the blanket up to just beneath his chin. He held his hand up in a "peace sign", and the video ended with him on screen. Hesitating for only a second, he reached his hand out and took the device into his hands. He suffered no nightmares, nor did he see anything remotely close to a dream. [Uh, sure. He held it to his nose with some difficulty and breathed in the strawberry scent, then let his arm fall. In another life (bokuaka) - In another life - Wattpad Bokuto's arm unconsciously squeezed Akaashi closer to his side. He was the only person who could get him through those horrible moments, after all. I think the window will be as far as we can go." Bokuto was the first to notice this, but had also been the last to say anything about it. He watched the window quietly, paying no mind to his visitor, or so Akaashi thought. It was a quiet laugh. Kuroo made a grunting noise and had nothing more to say on the subject. Akaashi paused and gripped the strap of his bag. I never asked to be emotionally destroyed . "I Don't Usually text," Akaashi murmured. 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. He was kind of difficult to keep up with, and Akaashi felt like this would be a long term sort of thing. I am weak.If anyone here has also watched, and enjoyed, the movie Cloud Atlas, then I hope this hits closer to home than usual.I really hope that whoever reads this enjoys. They made him feel nauseous to a point where he had to sit up in bed and swallow deep, slow breaths in order to cool himself down, and he did just that, reaching his hands up to rub at his eyes before taking a tense look around his room. Akaashi stared at the text message and let out a shaking sigh. ", Akaashi watched him carefully. There was no hiding it. Outside, the sky above grew dark as clouds rolled in. He already knew. Kuroo rubbed his elbow, irate, and sighed in defeat. In his silence, Bokuto wept to himself, fat tears rolling down his cheeks in numbers. He could feel the ignorance emanating off of Bokuto's text messages. I'm already three quarters done and I'm bawling my eyes out. Akaashi raised his eyebrows. He then tossed it to Bokuto once he was close enough. "All I can say is that sleeping doesn't come as easily as it used to." "Fine by me! "I was the team captain, and the ace." It would cause less spasms to grip Bokuto's body, allowing him to unwind more than he usually could. ", Akaashi nearly scoffed. He sighed. "My room is this way.". 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 turned his head weakly, and his body along with it. 61.7K 2.6K 3.9K. "Well, I guess that's it for now. He grinned from ear to ear. ", A laugh escaped Bokuto, the sound curling his lips into a smile. This includes Bokuto and Akaashi, as you already may know. Alarmed, he snapped around quickly. This is strange. His words were as straightforward as they were indifferent. Bokuto no longer smelled like a hospital. All he cared about was the fact that Bokuto Koutarou was still there. Kuroo finally left the room after four minutes or so, having forgotten that he was supposed to leave in the first place. So much so that his hands trembled slightly whenever he'd push Akaashi's bangs away. He did not seem to take offense easily. Bokuto power walked ahead, obligating Akaashi to catch up to him with a quickened pace, whether he wanted to or not. He walked ahead quickly, straight into the room. He didn't know how to deal with him now, so he remained silent. He didn't look into any of the rooms. (FFI) is a very rare autosomal dominant inherited prion disease of the brain Akaashi's eyes scanned the screen. "Thank you, Koutarou." Bokuto followed briskly. "Could you please toss to me some more?". He'd nodded off for a brief moment, with his arms crossed and his head resting on a thick bundle of pillows. His green eyes then fell to study his paling skin; his veins were easily noticeable now, and they bulged from beneath his flesh whenever he moved. "I told you I had my moments every so often.". "It's not like I would've made any noise," Bokuto all but shouted, following after him. The sounds of their sneakers squeaking against the gym floor was so memory inducing, it caused Akaashi to take a moment and reminisce on the old days, as if doing so would take him back in time to when he'd play volleyball every single day after school. His back was facing the door, and Bokuto seemed to have all of his attention on him. What was he to say? His only intention was leaving. "What doesn't?" When would he ever use it again? 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. He almost couldn't find his voice, but when he did, he tried his best to keep it from shaking. But for what it's worth, my name is Bokuto.". And to have gotten to know you". "Keep him company from now on. "Is your bed alright?" "Drowning in something black, sort of like tar. "I refuse to go. DID is usually caused by past trauma. They don't pay much attention to me anyways!". "I hadn't noticed that one was rolling in." I think the ending is up to interpret, but this is what I thought of. Akaashi refused to have reacted to those moments, hoping to spare his visitor the embarrassment of him having seen that. He watched Bokuto with a wary gaze, unaware of what he was to say next. No one likes to find out that someone they care about is sick Much less diagnosed with a disease that can't be cured.". i'm internally SOBBING. At some time while Akaashi was spacing out, the blue blanket that surrounded Bokuto had been pulled up just below his chin, with only his arm hanging out to hold onto Akaashi's hand. Though he'd been dressed in normal, casual clothing, upon further examination, there was indeed something sickly about him. "Apathy-kun." Bokuto was bursting with emotion. "There is no known cure, huh?" This would have me to conclude that he had Bipolar 1, or possibly Cyclothymia Disorder, which has brief periods of mania and depression. "Likewise.". "Isn't that what humans do? It seemed that, after finally hearing his pent up thoughts aloud, they had frayed his nerves more than he thought they would. Akaashi stared on as his mind searched for words. It was frustrating, it was infuriating, and it was overall saddening, but Akaashi could not show any of this. He tossed the navy blue one to Bokuto, remembering how fond he was of it the last time he'd come over. "I'll get us some water." And even if he didn't show up, he would still spend his days sending messages to Bokuto, be it text, email, or the occasional video chat. Bokuto flinched hard enough to make the bed shake. Bokuto captured it all, and in no time, he found himself laughing too. Akaashi turned to catch a glimpse of him, but he stared off in the distance, his eyes not focusing on anything in particular. "How are you feeling, Koutarou?". 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. "Nope." In a matter of minutes, just as Akaashi had started to fidget, Bokuto spoke up. His eyes were glued to Akaashi's, and Akaashi found that he was unable to look away. "I would hope so." Akaashi figured he should stay quiet too. They were thin and bony, and he could see those smooth blue veins curling over the bones beneath his flesh. "It doesn't matter if you've never met Bokuto before, or if you haven't seen him in ten days, or ten weeks, or ten months, or ten years. Anything is fine." I loved this. "And my hallucinations aren't all that bad. "You've had two panic attacks this week already, and your hallucinations are getting worse. what disease did, bokuto have in another life 'All I can say is that sleeping doesn't come as easily as it used to.'. Kenma's unconcerned tone contradicted his words, but something told Akaashi that he meant everything he was saying. as well as "About three hours." "It's just how I am. Akaashi kicked his legs out of bed and strode to his window. Akaashi woke up to the feeling of sunlight against his face. Akaashi, don't give him a hard time, or you and I are going to fucking fight.". "Do you want to watch a movie?". Now on to another one I have noticed. Indifference morphed into curiosity, and said curiosity was what drew Akaashi closer to his new friend. "Anything but," Bokuto retorted, sitting upright in bed. Akaashi and Bokuto carried a sort of unspoken communication with each other. Three hours feels like seven hours, sometimes. He drags you back in. He'd never received a faster response in his life. He moved closer, his other hand taking hold of Bokuto's. He squeezed Akaashi, mashing him closer until he could barely breathe. It had been some time since Akaashi set foot into that hospital. Stop asking already. After several seconds, he'd returned to see that Bokuto had changed his position in bed entirely. Bokuto's spirits fell, his frown deep. Akaashi frowned and felt that familiar pain pierce his chest. In no time, Akaashi is ready and prepared for school. Akaashi did not give him time to react to this as he moved closer still, and when he was close enough, he lowered his head to lean it on Bokuto's shoulder. their spirits found each other again as they moved on to "another life". Not great, but alright. by postingAO3stories. 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. iN ANOTHER LIFE Pages 1-50 - Flip PDF Download | FlipHTML5 He looked around in weary haste, but calmed quickly once his memory had returned to him. 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 smiled in Akaashi's direction, bright yellow eyes catching his own. hasjhjaa currently crying. "Well then, if you had a second chance" Akaashi hesitated. Bokuto breathed in deeply, the sound filling the small space around them. It was moments like these that made Akaashi realize just how much of an innocent soul Bokuto really was. He ascended the steps to his room, balled his no Bokuto's blanket up into a lump, and dropped it onto his bed along with the scarf. He must have looked it up at some point, right? I guess I can wait that long. His thumb aimlessly hovered over the keyboard, thinking of what to type. His breathing was controlled, much like one of a person's who was actually asleep. Not even a sentence could get past his suffering. His hand took Bokuto's own, and he held it gently. I really have to go.". "Relax." Those honey-hued eyes took in all that they could of Akaashi's laughing face. He knew that once they found out, they would take Bokuto away from him. He placed it on the counter near his bedside and buried himself into the blanket that he had so openly shared with Bokuto. "Yes.". Loud, though.". Looking down swiftly, Akaashi's sights locked onto his hands. "Please, it will only take a second. "Don't record me.". 1) the most possible explanation - it was a dream, and it was all in Akaashi's head. He directed his attention to a grinning Bokuto who eagerly sat up in bed. 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 "You don't have to put that." He could practically hear the frown in his voice. He wanted for him to spike it at least once lest Bokuto threw a self hate-induced panic attack. Bokuto stared at Akaashi, his features having gone from disappointed to unaccepting. Akaashi shifted to the side to give his visitor more room. "A-p-a-t-h-yk-u-n." Bokuto was close to saving the contact before Akaashi spoke up. He sighed his response with a grin. 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. "But I thought you had that nightmare." It would shake every so often, and each time it did, Akaashi would squeeze lightly in response. I recommended this book to my friend Sophia, and she cried too. i was disappointed they didn't fricking kiss and bokuto's death is just the saddest thing in the world. Bokuto resisted, standing firm in place. After several minutes, Akaashi closed his laptop and lay back on his bed. He touched his forehead to Bokuto's shoulder, which only earned a laugh from him. Finding a breath between his laughter, Akaashi managed to speak. Thank you for stopping by, your interest means everything to me. He turned his phone so that it was facing him, opened his eyes, and read the three words that would haunt him forever. Having been neck deep in his own sorrows, Kuroo was blind to Akaashi's. "Um Bokuto? Bokuto mouthed an "Okay," before backing up several steps. He drew in a deep breath and blinked away the stinging in his eyes. With much effort, he sat up to look at Bokuto. "I'll show you." There was a longing in his eyes that Akaashi couldn't stand to see. 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. "Please hold onto it, Bokuto.". "Of course they do." His voice was gentle, light on Bokuto's ears. Bokuto's hallucinations had become such a part of him, that he thought the snow outside was just another mind trick. "Kuroo looks happy now. 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. Bokuto reached up a cold, frail hand to wipe at the mess that was his face. 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. Akaashi flinched. He figured it was already past five in the afternoon. Once they'd reached it, Bokuto resumed his usual position and wrapped the thick blanket around himself, then turned away from Akaashi. "What is it? this broke my heart into tiny little pieces, I really don't know if I will ever be able to recover. "The liquid started flooding into my mouth and nose, and it wasn't until I was suffocating that I forced myself awake.". Tired, but awake. Akaashi rubbed the back of his neck hastily and closed his eyes. They asked him questions. He laughed hard, or at least as hard as he could. He pushed his negative thoughts aside and sat himself down in bed, right next to Bokuto. He reached a hand out and found Bokuto's. Chloe was three years old when she became Chloe Holden, but her adoption didn't scar her, and she's had a great life. After a moment of trying to gather himself, Bokuto choked out two simple words with quivering lips. "Yeah, but Do You think it will snow soon? "Don't call me that." He could feel his heartbeat thumping hard against his chest, as if it wanted to break free. He couldn't feel it. Akaashi had nothing else to say. He swallowed once, hoping to get rid of the lump in his throat. I'm trying to detach myself. Looking up from the laptop screen, Bokuto directed his attention to Akaashi. He removed his slippers and waited at the entrance for his friend to enter. In seconds, his hand was calm again. He hated how difficult it had become for him to tell apart the real things from the fake ones. ], [Are you calming down? Not me llorando a la 1am por culpa de esto. Once he saw this, Kenma picked himself up from his seat, put his hands at his side, and bowed his head. ", "I Don't know." His eyes read. The room was dark, apart from the soft orange glow that his lamp gave off. (does that make sense?). Don't Come telling m-me now that you Have only been coming here every day because y-you wanted to.". 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. ], [They think I'm interning. Why did he want to know his name? Another breath escaped him, slow and casual, but he'd soon learned to hold his breath when he noticed another person sitting outside in the hall, several feet from the room, where visitors could spend their time. By the time that movie ends, it'll be six. He focused on nothing Something he remembered Kenma doing. That toss was perfect!" Bokuto gathered the navy blue blanket in his arms, and cautiously threw it around his shoulders. Why must I always run into the strange ones? He could only watch as those tears fell at a faster pace, down onto his hospital gown and onto the floor. His head eased into his pillow, and to his surprise, within a matter of minutes, he could feel himself slipping. Mildly embarrassed, Bokuto looked away and rubbed his arms. Kuroo was quiet on the other end. Very much." He looked down at Bokuto as he said this, and glanced away soon after. He could feel Bokuto's chin rubbing against the top of his head, like it always did. "It's nice to meet you, Kozume. He instead allowed his actions to speak for him. He did the only thing that he could and nodded again, then closed his eyes, and slightly turned his head away. "This is all so nostalgic." It was amazing. Realizing this, Akaashi decided to take action instead and reach out to comfort him, but not even this he could do. ", "That's the same thing!" "And nothing you say will make me leave.". Bokuto's automatic reaction to the warmth was to curl his fingers around Akaashi's grasp. ", "Well if you've watched it seven times then why not watch it an eighth time? Keeping in contact with me wouldn't be a good idea.". "I'm fine. This one.". He felt like he could enjoy Kozume's company, what with how his words lacked all form of emotion. 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. Kuroo started down the hall, Bokuto trailing after him. I had no power over it whatsoever. "Five weeks ago, he was in shambles. He pulled and tugged at them restlessly. Kuroo rubbed the lower part of his face with his hand. ", Bokuto snorted. But instead, he was greeted with nothing. His golden eyes searched the room for Akaashi. "I'm supposed to be here, actually. He didn't care if it was seven at night, or eight at night, or twelve in the morning, or if the world's clock stopped moving altogether. He didn't want to talk to anyone. Again, he felt the light tapping against his arm. Again, thank you! Do something Akaashi closed his mouth and swallowed. He looked up, and his gaze found Bokuto's. He found himself unable to say anything else, figuring that Bokuto wouldn't have anything to say either, but he was wrong. "Sorry." Whatever was left of Akaashi's smile faded. He'd be furious with everyone in there, and he knew that the same pain burned within Akaashi, too. And even if he could speak, he wouldn't have been able to talk for long considering the state he was in. He pressed send and watched the phone carefully, waiting for the small ellipses to appear on the lower left side of the screen. Akaashi stepped in and shut the door behind him. After a moment, he finally spoke. I was so weak, and it'd gotten to the point where I could barely breath. ok look. "I see." Akaashi watched Bokuto, listening to every word he said. "Why not? If I remember correctly.". I miss you especially, Bokuto. "I wanted to do s-so many things". what disease did, bokuto have in another life Bokuto had always been struggling to keep a positive front, but inside, he was falling apart all along.