A month has passed and Bokuto's condition became worse. He gradually lost his appetite and the muscle that was once there became thinner than Akaashi's. Bruises and rashes nearly covered his entire body. He became weaker by the day.
Akaashi tried to hold it in. His pain. His anger. His love. But for him too was giving up.
It came to the point where Bokuto started having memory problems. If he thought too hard, his brain will start to strain which may lead to a seizure. He also had trouble walking so Akaashi surprised him with a wheelchair the following week.
The sun rose in a pool of crimson and gold, spilling light across the landscape and white clouds. It was 6 am. They were sitting by each other. Akaashi's arms were crossed. Bokutos were on his knees. Most of the time they were together. They were always silent. Maybe a few sentences from each other, but no more than a full conversation. However, it wasn't an awkward silence, it was the silence that comforted them. It was the one where it'll send you a hug. However, time was running out and Akaashi didn't want to waste any more time before he'll regret it.
"So how have you been Bokuto? How's the pain?"
"Bearable."
Silence again.
Bokuto wasn't really a man of many words, unlike Akaashi who couldn't last a day without saying at least 10,000 words. But Akaashi understood and allowed the silence to empower them.
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Rewrite the stars || bokuaka
Romantizm"We may have nothing, but we have history and that is priceless." Bokuto x Akaashi fanfic Highest rank; #57 in illness
