LIGHT

SUNDAY

Bokuto paused at your door, his hand gripping the handle. It was cold. It reminded him of your hand.

Bokuto opened the door before he wasted too much time.

You laid on your inclined bed, watching the cloak. Your hands were interlaced on your lap, not moving an inch.

The television that usually played the whole Sunday was off, your aimless humming was not heard, it was dead silent.

The only sound being the quiet tic of the cloak that faced you.

You continued to watch the cloak while Bokuto watched you.

He approached you easily. "[Y/n]."

You tore your eyes away from the cloak, turning your head to face Bokuto. "Ko, hey. I'm glad you're here I got tired of counting." You said, voice laced yet void of emotion.

Counting.

You were counting down the seconds.

Your seconds.

Bokuto smiled, "You got to see everyone?"

You nodded, "Yup, it was nice."

You saw everyone you loved so that you could say your goodbyes. You wanted Bokuto to be your final one.

You patted down your bed when you realized Bokuto hadn't said anything for a while.

He sat down stiffly.

He lifted his hand up, hesitating before lifting it up more to run his fingers through your hair.

He smiled a strained smile.

You put your hand on top of his, after a minute or two. "Ko."

He looked from your hair to your eyes and hummed.

You frowned, "Ko, your crying."

Bokuto paused, using his other hand to touch his face and find that he is. "Am I?" He smiled dryly.

You placed your other hand on his too and squeezed his hand, "Please don't cry for me."

He laughed humorlessly, finally feeling the tears run down his face. "How could I not [Y/n]? You're dying! I'm going to have to live without you for the rest of my damn life starting tomorrow because you're dying."

You abruptly pulled him in and hugged him tightly like he had done for you earlier this week.

He buried his face in your shoulder and gripped tightly (but not enough to hurt you) at your shirt.

Your own eyes began to water but you blinked back your tears. He was there for you and you wanted to return the favor one last time.

"Kotarō, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I will never know what your going through and some days I wish I never met you so that you could've lived a normal life. I hate the thought of hurting you, the thought of you crying over me."

You let go of him and cupped his face in your hands, wiping away his tears gently. "You lit up my life, I'm sorry you'll have to watch it burn."

Bokuto looked at you, wide eyed and everything. He leaned forward, and kissed you.

Pouring out everything unspeakable into this one simple gesture.

And you listened.

Hands still on his face but this time his hands were the ones cupping yours.

He pulled away, breathlessly and looked in your eyes. "[Y/n] my life would've been worse if you never came into it."

The sincerity in his voice made you grin. He always knew what to say.

A small smile grew on Bokuto's face when he saw yours. But it didn't last quick when he saw yours begin to falter.

"[Y/n]?" He questioned worriedly.

You cleared your throat. "I think...I think I'm just gonna lie down for a moment."

He nodded, understanding everything. "Okay okay, that's okay." He helped you lie on your pillow. Making sure you were in a comfortable position.

"Thank you." You smiled, your short breaths being heard. Your doctor had let you know that your death wouldn't be a dramatic one.

It'd be sudden and quiet. You'd breath, and then you wouldn't.

Your eyes started to get heavy and you had a feeling this is what he meant.

"Kotarō-" you started, your voice cracking.

Bokuto laced his hand with yours, "I know." He whispered.

"Ko I know I said it already, but I really am sorry." You widened your eyes to keep them open.

Bokuto stroked your hand gently, "You don't have to apologize [Y/n], you could never hurt me. Your my light."

You giggled, "You're so cute."

"And I love you." You added, smiling up at him.

"I love you too, always."

You finally closed your eyes, "And despite what I said earlier, I'll never regret meeting you."

Bokuto took a breath in, while you took your last one out. Your eyes twitching lightly before completely stopping.

Bokuto removed his hand from yours.

He stared at your face, a part of him waiting for your eyes to open, for your chest to start moving up and down again.

But another part of him knew that he's waiting wouldn't save you.

So he left your room. Watching as your parents, who he hadn't realized had been outside the whole time, rushed in crying.

He left your floor. Nodding to Mrs.Sasaki, as she gave him a sympathetic grim nod back.

Finally he left the hospital. Without looking back.