rewrite . bokuaka

iii; spare bedroom

Two weeks later, akaashi was finally let out of the hospital. Bokuto came to get him and drove him to his former home.

It looked simple as usual, with some caution signs around but the outside was still elegant. It was what was on the inside that shook him. Deep down in his heart, he had expected his parents to be there, shouting and yelling at him per usual. But instead, silence filled the whole house. He looked around at the dried blood on the floor, some trailing up to the staircase, the glass shards and wine bottles in both the living room and kitchen area. The dirty dishes and ragged clothes.

Everywhere he looked reminded him of a distant memory, abuse trailing back all the way since he was 15. Ever since he came out to his parents as gay. They had never been as harsh on him before then. why were they now? Because of something he couldn't control? He hated himself for thinking that way, pinning everything on himself when in reality, his parents had forced that mentality on him.

All these memories gave him a headache. Him always crying for them to stop and yelling because of the pain. The constant whip of the belt and the yelling, the continuous slurs, and violent words. Him being told he was useless and a burden to others. That he was cruel to have become that way and his sins would never be forgiven.

His breaths started to become faster, tears coming out of his eyes, the panic. It felt like they were still there. He just wanted it to stop, for those memories to flush out.

'Get the knife,' there it was, the voice in his head that would try to take control of him and persuade him into harmful acts.

"No stop!" he yelled. Then he felt some hands being laid on his shoulder. Without bothering to check who it is, he elbowed them on instinct.

"Hey! Akaashi, it's me. Bokuto," Bokuto tried to reassure him. But Akaashi kept panicking, uncontrollable tears falling down his face. Bokuto didn't really know what to do in situations like these. Was akaashi suppose to just tough it out himself? he decided to pull akaashi closer to him, engulfing him into a hug.

"When did you walk in?" Akaashi stuttered. the memories started to fade, but he still had a heavy migraine.

"You left the door open and I noticed you just standing there so I wanted to help," bokuto said, still holding on to akaashi, hoping for him to calm down. "what happened?" bokuto asked.

"it was a panic attack. sometimes I also get flashbacks and this voice in my head won't shut up sometimes," Akaashi explained, beginning to calm down.

"Is that who you were talking to the other day?" bokuto asked.

"Huh?"

"When I came to get you. You kept yelling at something to stop! Or leave you alone, also at the hospital, you kept asking if they were there."

"Oh um yeah," akaashi sighed.

"Well, that's fine. They're not here anymore, I promise nobody's gonna hurt you," bokuto said.

"O-okay. well, I'll go get my stuff upstairs," akaashi said, shifting out of Bokuto's arms and walking up the blood-trailed stairs, a path leading up to his room.

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20 minutes passed by, Akaashi went back downstairs to see Bokuto sitting on the stairs patiently on his phone. Bokuto looked back at him with a warm smile, "You ready to go?" he asked.

"Yeah," Akaashi said, following Bokuto out the door and locking it. He took a look at the exterior of his home. Who would've known what had been going on inside, when there wasn't even the slightest sign of such at the grand exterior. Many memories flooded his brain of when he was younger, simpler times when his dad would chase after him with a sprinkler and his mom would laugh at the two.

"Akaashi you coming?" Bokuto said. And again Akaashi was sucked back into the real world.

"Yes!" Akaashi said, turning back and walking to Bokuto's car. "Where are we going?"

"My apartment!" Bokuto exclaimed in a cherry tone.

"I'll be fine on my own you know?" Akaashi said, he was thankful that Bokuto wanted to help, but he didn't want to be a burden.

"And where would you go? I have a spare bedroom in my home, besides you can stay there till you get a job and are able to get back on your feet yourself," Bokuto said. He was persistent and Akaashi knew he wouldn't take no for an answer.

"Okay fine," Akaashi sighed

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15 minutes later and the two were at the door of Bokuto's apartment. Bokuto unlocked the door revealing his gorgeous oyster white-colored walls, Brookwood brown-wooden tiles, and evergreen sofas the matched the room well.

Bokuto set his stuff on a countertop and gestured for Akaashi to follow him to the spare room. Akaashi was amazed by how beautiful it looked, Bokuto had always had a thing for interior designing, but the room was breathtaking. very unique and minimalistic with monotone colors that gave it a comforting mood.

"And here's the room! I designed it myself," He smiled. Akaashi plopped himself on the bed which made Bokuto laugh. It had been very different from Akaashi's old room. No torn up walls are stains on them, and the door was still there. Akaashi liked it very much.

The two talked for a bit sitting across from each other in the room. Until Bokuto stood up to go make something for them to eat.

"Kou-" Akaashi said, which made Bokuto pause at the doorframe. It had been so long since Akaashi used that nickname.

"Hm?" Bokuto said, turning his attention towards Akaashi.

"Thank you," Akaashi said, giving a warm smile.

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