He jolts up, tears dripping down his face. He touches them and feels the cool moisture of the salty, salty liquid. It’s saltier than the taste of the expired strawberry pocky Bokuto and he tried once- just for fun. “KEIJI! It’s time for school, wake up! You don’t normally eat breakfast on Thursdays, so I didn’t make any today.” His older sister bursts into his room, throwing his school shirt at his face.
He nods drowsily, the shirt slipping off his face and into his lap. Then he yawns, feeling refreshed. Getting into the groove, Akaashi follows his routine of preparing for school.
Same old, same old. In no time, Akaashi is ready and prepared for school. He chuckles. Bokuto would’ve taken an hour.
He waves goodbye to his sister, shuts the door, and then walks to school, taking in a breath of the cool morning air.
And it’s only when he reaches the school gate that he remembers a few things.
He’s a working man. A working man that shouldn’t be able to fit into a high-schooler’s uniform. His sister also should be in America, but here she is- in Tokyo.
It wasn’t even his instinct to walk to school- it was like someone, no- something just controlled him like a puppet to walk to school.
Realising his mistake, he turns around to leave the premises and to rush back home in embarrassment when he walks face first into someone’s chest.
“Oomf,” he provides helpfully.
“Oh! Hi Akaashi! Why’re you trying to leave the school?” He hears a solemn voice ask him.
Wait- he recognizes that voice. Wait- Kageyama?!
He looks up incredulously to find the source of the problem, only to come face to face with a very much alive Bokuto Koutarou.
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in the other life. (Bokuaka: in another life series)
RomanceAkaashi wakes up in a world where Bokuto is still alive, and silently watches him fall for someone else. He still tries to save him, though THIS ONE IS HELLA SHORT.
