A/N: I lost the fake text app when I switched phones so ☹
Akashis pov:
I picked up my phone already seeing a message from Bokuto
🦉:"Akaashi you're overworking yourself"
"I'm fine"🏐
🦉:"Don't lie pls ): I heard you today before your test Akaagshiii"
I throw my phone across the room finally letting out the breath that held in all the fear, Endless sobs flow out my mouth as my vision begins to tunnel, In this moment I feel like I've never escape these feelings, Like my brain will consume me, like I'm prey and my own bodys the hunter.
I grip my hair ripping small parts out as I hit my head against my hand "Stop it stop it stop it!" My voice gives out but the thoughts don't I drop everything and run out the house into the cold night, the road is only lit up by street lamps, I don't rationalize I'm only in boxers, I don't care either I just keep running, I have to outrun the thoughts I can't stop, please legs don't give out, I can't stop. Tears stream down my face as I trip over my own feet scraping my knee across the floor, The world darkens as I find myself screaming unable to even hear myself almost like I had lost my sense of hearing. "Akaashi? AKAASHI!" As the world closes in my chest begins to tighten I feel like I'm dying.
I'm suddenly ripped out my thoughts by Bokuto "AKAASHI!" He grips my shoulders a loud deep gasp coming from me as if he had just saved me from drowning "Please please please Bokuto" Drool and tears are running down my face in pure neediness "Please make it stop MAKE IT STOP" He grips my face forcing me to look around at the world around me, he talks softly about random things he did this week and makes me talk about everything he can see, he softly puts his training jacket around me which practically ends up as a dress much to my distaste, I feel myself get hoisted up as Bokuto carries me back to mine making sure my flow of talking doesn't stop.
We get back home and Bokuto refuses to leave me alone, he closes my computer down, puts away everything to do with school either it be hiding it under my bed or turning it off.
He goes to the extent of hiding my calendar on my wall which has my exam dates written on it, He continues talking making sure my brain doesn't get a moment to interrupt. I'm so thankful for him. . .
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Panic
ФанфикA drawing inspired all of this (The drawing is on the cover) I decided that I would elaborate on it and put my own spin on it and basically make it into my own story!
