Bokuto resisted, standing firm in place. 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. Pretty much the only thing wrong with me is that I can't sleep!]. His body jerked with each sob that was torn from him, his frame curling to bring himself closer. He turned his head towards the window, away from Akaashi. His head rested on mine with the weight of someone's who's unconscious.". What was he to say? Blatantly, he thanked her, and continued on his way, passing by several rooms as he did so. His eyes gave away just how much he missed his friend. He wore a confused expression, wondering just what the other had meant by that word. Other than those things, Bokuto found it nearly impossible to stomach anything else. Akaashi didn't know why he had this effect on him, but he did, and that was all that mattered to him. But he couldn't keep it up forever. Bokuto stared at Akaashi, his features having gone from disappointed to unaccepting.

But people never laugh at my jokes. Akaashi felt his heart sink to his stomach. Nodding once, Akaashi acknowledged Kuroo's words, but did not know how to respond to them. Imagine their faces when they notice I'm not even in my room." There was nothing. At one point in his dream, Akaashi looked out the window. He exerted more force into his arms, getting Bokuto to take a step back.

", Bokuto couldn't help but guffaw, his head tilting back. His hand wobbled so much that it was impossible to decipher which letters he was hitting. He wore a grimace upon his reddened face. His ability to speak left him soon after. Bokuto's movements were late to this, but he reacted nonetheless as he turned Akaashi's way to touch his chin to the top of his head. So please... Let me have this.". 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. He would have to close Bokuto's blinds and take his mind off of it somehow. Akaashi set his phone down and leaned back slowly, resting the back of his head against his pillow. "I've been cooped up in this place for too long. Kuroo was quiet on the other end. ", "Kenma is fine." Akaashi pulled his arms in close, wrapping the sheets around himself. Three hours feels like seven hours, sometimes. Akaashi listened to the quickened rate of Bokuto's still beating heart, and knew that this was his response to his words. Quietly, he contemplated on whether he wanted to respond or not. But for what it's worth, my name is Bokuto.". [Yeah! He said in a hushed voice. "He does. He smiled down at him. Christie's books include The Mortician's Daughter series, Shadow Fall Novels and This Heart of Mine. The both of them didn't exchange any words after that, ending the conversation just as suddenly as it had started. When it falls, I want to go out and stand in it.". 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. An embarrassed chuckle escaped him. His voice was solemn. There was something strange about the excitement in his tone. Bokuto nodded once more. He reached into his pocket to fish out his phone, and pushed call on one of his contacts. He spoke to Akaashi as if he hadn't had a friend to text in years. A hand reached up to push through his own messy locks. Curiosity had sparked within him. He turned his head and met Akaashi's gaze with weary, well rested eyes.

"Isn't that what humans do? Because I wasn't, then. Do something... As if he were one of the living dead, Akaashi forced one leg forward, then the next, until he was touching the bed side.

Akaashi groaned softly and covered his face. "How did he look?" Bokuto pulled off Akaashi's jacket. He paused.

"I am-."

He sat at home in bed, with a snug fitting shirt on and his hair an absolute mess. "Don't worry about it."

and inhaled with frailty. Akaashi pursed his lips in frustration, but this look quickly vanished as a small laugh fell from his lips. Not great, but alright. Pursing his lips timidly, Akaashi ceased to speak. "They aren't really there." "What was the dream about?". Akaashi watched Bokuto, mesmerized by his actions. I hated when I got to the end of this book!

"Don't record me.". Kuroo didn't seem surprised in the slightest. Akaashi liked it when this happened. 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. 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. Because of the nightmare? He held his hand up in a "peace sign", and the video ended with him on screen. He started on his way without so much as a second glance in the other's direction. "What are you doing?". He turned his head to look out the window, eyeing the moon timidly. Akaashi scowled. Akaashi turned to catch a glimpse of him, but he stared off in the distance, his eyes not focusing on anything in particular.

Bokuto's laughter died down and he closed his eyes. He smiled in Akaashi's direction, bright yellow eyes catching his own. He brought his hand down to his side. Akaashi stepped to the side. It had been some time since Akaashi set foot into that hospital. He entered his number swiftly, and then handed the phone to Bokuto, the name section empty. Finding a breath between his laughter, Akaashi managed to speak. A grin ghosted across Akaashi's lips as well, but it was quick to vanish. He said lightheartedly, his fingers trembling around his phone. "Hello. The night sky had suddenly become a pale blue, and the warm orange glow of the sun slowly spread across the horizon. Akaashi sat up straight and composed himself. He sighed. Akaashi's eyes widened slightly, and his eyebrows knit together in surprise. What sat upon the screen was not what he thought it would be, but rather... A simple compliment.

Ahhhh I know you didn't tell me to send a video, but, I'm not someone who follows rules." Bokuto gathered the navy blue blanket in his arms, and cautiously threw it around his shoulders. Akaashi glanced in the direction of where Bokuto was staring. Ridiculous." "He turned twenty only three months ago...", Akaashi lowered his head. No one could hear me. That familiar feeling of dread was rising from deep within him, something Akaashi wanted to forget. Akaashi tried to hide his frown. He slowly lowered his head and folded his arms.

She is lives in Tomball, Texas, where she’s at work on her next novel. "So... How are you taking all of this, if I may ask? "Do you still think that you are the best?" The pain seared itself into his soul, hindering him, rendering him speechless to a point where he no longer knew what words were. I'll be sure to bring my laptop when I visit. Please try your request again later. [Nightmare? Pulling his laptop close, Akaashi smoothed his finger along the mouse pad. littleluxray; in another life prequel; alegrawrites; Third Gym (Haikyuu!!) There's a problem loading this menu right now. When Bokuto was like this, Akaashi would normally look away to spare himself the sight of it all. "There is no known cure, huh...?" "What if they've already found out? Akaashi had nothing else to say. "― New York Times bestselling author Kristin Cast on This Heart of Mine. He brought a hand up to push through his black hair, and slowly, his head fell forward. "I didn't think you were going to make it today." ", "His entire body was relaxed. He tried to open his mouth to say them, but he performed another action instead. But he wasn't, then."

Guilt bubbled up within Akaashi's chest. "Of course! But even if he has, that's not what I meant." Akaashi sighed and lazily dragged his finger along the d-pad.