On the 2nd of October—2015, Akaashi Keiji decides that nothing will ever smell like home again.
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The 3rd of October—2015, was the last day Akaashi Keiji had cried again. Fuck, nothing in this stupid, unfair world would be worth crying about.
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There is an empty hole in Keiji which he fills with strawberry pocky sticks, rewatching cloud atlas, and most importantly, volleyball. Akaashi he had picked up volleyball, as a last hope; a last grasp of what little memories he had left of Bokuto. Everytime he set, he envisioned setting to Bokuto. He replaced who he really was setting to, with the face of
Bokuto. Bokuto. Bokuto. And he found himself enjoying playing, something he had never felt in a while; enjoyment.
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Like any other night, as normal as could be, Keiji heads to his bed, lying down as he once again finds himself drowning in thoughts about who he lost. If only if Keiji had met Bokuto earlier, if only if Keiji had loved him more. If only, if only, if only.
Keiji drifts into a soft slumber, the only sound breaking the silence a white feathered owl.
Keiji wakes up in a luminous room, it glows not white, but not yellow either. It glowed like warmth and smelt like home. Then he saw Bokuto. Bokuto was healthy, his face whole. Akaashi panics, he dashes towards Bokuto, but no matter how much he runs, Bokuto doesn't get any closer. Akaashi trips and falls.
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In The Other Life // Bokuaka
FanfictionIn which Akaashi wakes up in a world where Bokuto is still alive, and silently watches him fall for someone else. Will they fall in love again? Or will it all just be a dream? --------------------------------------------------- Disclaimer: Credits g...
