Bokuto stared off in the distance from beyond the net, his face carrying a confused expression. Akaashi opened the first movie that he had in his computer's memory. Bokuto was afraid to wake Akaashi. 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 was ecstatic. Surely enough, he noticed Kenma sitting in the seat next to Bokuto's bed. "What is it? He climbed into bed and folded one leg, pulling over his laptop to start it up. He pressed send and watched the phone carefully, waiting for the small ellipses to appear on the lower left side of the screen. Akaashi paused and gripped the strap of his bag. "Are you here every day?". ], [Alright, well We'll just see about that.]. [deleted] 2 yr. ago [removed] "What if they've already found out? But as each second passed, Akaashi could feel his own pain building up more and more within him. Whenever there's a storm I'll be right here holding you close. This backfired, however, as the other's hand quickly withdrew. He snorted in laughter. Lying next to Akaashi, a ghostly pale Bokuto smiled. 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. Akaashi's face buried into the crook of his neck. He wanted for him to spike it at least once lest Bokuto threw a self hate-induced panic attack. In The Other Life - Chapter 1 - miyozun - Archive of Our Own His breathing was heavy, his heart rate quicker than usual; Akaashi could feel his heart pounding in his throat, making it difficult to swallow. Long time.". "I haven't set foot outside in weeks." He pushed the laptop away and pressed play. He looked to the lower right corner of the screen. It almost sounded as if Bokuto were talking to himself. His hands showed what his face dared not. Mildly embarrassed, Bokuto looked away and rubbed his arms. "It's just A slow, downhill ride f-from here. Bokuto stared down at the white clump of melting ice, and with one finger, he pressed against it to watch it fall apart. 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. I just met him." They shared the same navy blue knit blanket and huddled up beneath it, keeping each other warm in the best way that they could. "I'm not leaving, Koutarou." Akaashi refused to have reacted to those moments, hoping to spare his visitor the embarrassment of him having seen that. I couldn't put Bokuto through all of that. DID is usually caused by past trauma. more depressing than the outsiders. "Hey, Kenma, who are you talking to?" Every now and then, it would come to him that Bokuto was only twenty years old, and that fact would only weigh Akaashi down even more than it usually did. [I'm excited for you to come over tomorrow! "I have to go, Bokuto." They were still wrapped up in whatever conversation they were having. He slowly lowered his head and folded his arms. He quickly got up from the bed and walked off. He was staring outside at the white clouds that shrouded the skies, mesmerized by just how colorless it made everything seem. Bokuto's spirits fell, his frown deep. I don't want to read them. When it falls, I want to go out and stand in it.". He stared at the wall and bounced one leg up and down as his emotions slowly started to reclaim him. His head was cocked back as he surveyed the gym. His eyes were half-lidded and glued to the screen, his face void of emotion.
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