Rewrite the stars || bokuaka

CHAPTER 11

"You have how many more months to live?"

"4."

Akaashi stood there, shocked. He expected this, yet he still couldn't process it through.

"No. No. That can't be true. Chemo is doing well, why is this happening. I-I'm pretty sure they got it all wrong", tears started to roll down his face. "Let me go get doc. He probably read it all wrong you know. Sometimes h-his eyes are fogy", he stuttered.

As he was about to go, he felt an arm hold onto his. It was Bokuto. He took a deep breath and smiled. "Doc didn't get it wrong Akaashi, it's true."

He dropped down to the floor, huddling his legs. The thought of Bokuto dying haunted his mind.

And no he hasn't told Bokuto of his feelings yet. He was too scared to admit them. Too scared of Bokuto dying in his arms. Too scared of being more attached to the man than he already was. Plus, he didn't know if Bokuto was attracted to guys and if he isn't, he didn't look like the type to be into one anyways.

He slowly got back up. Re gaining the energy he had left. If someone had to be the strong one out of the both of them, Akaashi will be the one.

He looked through Bokuto's side drawers, looking for a pen and paper.

"Okay here", he passed the pen and paper to Bokuto who looked confused.

"Write down four things you've always wanted to accomplish in this life and I'll try my best to make them come true."

"You sure about that?"

"Of course I'm sure about it. Now hurry up we don't have all day!"

4 things. Bokuto hadn't got a clue what to write. Instead, he just wrote the 4 things that came to his mind when he said the word 'life'.

"Okay, I'm done."

"Alright pass me the paper," Akaashi inspected it thoroughly and read it out. "Number one: play your final match of volleyball, well judging by your state I doubt you'll be allowed but I'll try my best. Number two: drink 4 cups of black coffee one after the other. You're crazy."

"Crazy is my middle name," Bokuto smirked.

"Anyways, number three: fall in love and get married". Akaashi stopped reading and glanced back up at Bokuto.

"Why are you looking at me like that? It's true. I do want to fall in love, at least once..."

"And number four: live life to its fullest. Well, aren't these some heart breaking requests. Anyways, I need to go to the toilet real quick. Be right back in 5."

As he stepped out of Bokuto's room, he ran straight to the toilet. If he stayed a second longer, Bokuto would've seen the tears once again.

He stared at himself in the mirror. Was he ugly? Too skinny? Then why, why hasn't Bokuto shown any sign of affection. "Men and women are usually whipped for me", Akaashi thought whilst examining himself. But what he didn't know, was that the male in the other room was thinking the exact same thing...