wake up soon - k. akaashi

two: late night calls

2012, February 25th

Keiji stared at the screen on his phone. It was passed midnight, he had had a rough practice that day, he hadn't even had the chance to visit Tamiko, and he was exhausted. So why the hell was he up? Staring at his phone for that matter. He's usually fast asleep by then, and he'd not wake up unless-

Oh.

His phone was unlocked, Tamiko's contact opened and his finger over the call button. But he knew nobody would answer. He wanted to let his frustrations out but he couldn't call the one person he felt like he could say whatever without consequence -or a mayor consequence, anyways.

"Whenever I wanna let everything out but I can't or don't feel like saying it out loud to someone, I write it down. It helps me clear my head, and it doesn't even matter if it's messy because it's my brain, it doesn't have to make sense to others. As long as I understand it it's okay"

That was one of the first things he'd learn about her, before they'd started dating, when they were barely friends that may or may not be attracted to each other. (They totally were, the heavy flirting and sneaky glances were there, and it was cute, but it also got on their friends' nerves. Why wouldn't they just date already?!)

So anyways, Akaashi decided to take her advice, and write it down.

2012, February 26th

Sat next to the girl, he took out a piece of paper.

"I wrote you a letter yesterday, because I needed to talk to you at night, but you didn't call and I couldn't call you. Then I remembered how you told me to write my thoughts, and I did. I still want you to hear it" he unfolded the letter, cleared his throat and started reading.

"Dove,

I took your advice; I'm writing my thoughts down.

I've honestly not been having my best time lately. With you here at the hospital, it feels like the world has stopped moving, but it hasn't. Everything keeps moving, and I'm supposed to do the same and it's not easy at all. Because my grades need to keep up, and the team needs me, even if they aren't feeling great either. They're trying to be strong for me, but I see it in them, they miss you too.

People are being understanding, and caring, but sometimes it's overwhelming, or even infuriating. It's not fair to them when I get angry at them, but I can't help it. They say that they understand what I'm going through and that they're there for me, that's nice. But do they really understand? I don't know if they do, and I am not who to judge, but it stirs something in me. It's not pleasant.

Times like this is when you call me and start talking about the most ridiculous subjects, at whatever time of the day. I've told you a million times I don't want you calling me at 3 am, but as it turns out, I now need you to. I need to hear your random thoughts at 3 am, and I need you to try and explain them when I tell you they don't make sense, and hear your laugh when I make my comments in the middle of your explanation. Gosh, I even need to hear how your brother tells you to shut up so he can sleep.

I need those crazy topics to turn into deeper ones, a completely different conversation but with the same comforting atmosphere. Hushed laughter turned into hushed thinking and wondering until we both fall sleep on our phones.

Maybe I just need to hear your voice, but the videos aren't enough anymore."

2011, May 17th

The increasing ringing woke Akaashi up. His phone was lit up on his nightstand- He looked at the clock, 3:22 am. There were only two people that could be calling him at this time.