Akaashi looked over, eyes blurry from sleep. He knew what awaited him when his vision came back. He knew the loving stare that would soon wake.
He hummed, closing his eyes again. Soon.
"Akaashi..."
Akaashi's eyes opened again. "You're awake? It's a bit early."
"Good morning." Bokuto scooted closer and ran a hand through his hair. "You okay? You woke up again last night."
"I'm alright." Akaashi whispered. Bokuto's warmth circled him and he hummed against his chest. God this man was so precious...
"If you say so." Bokuto kissed him, sure to be slower than normal. He needed to be careful in the morning so that Akaashi wouldn't get a headache. He'd learned that the hard way. "I'm gonna make a pot of coffee, okay?"
"Not yet, just a little longer." Akaashi mumbled.
Bokuto's heart broke at the sound. Akaashi's voice was so weak now. The doctors had warned that Akaashi would become even more soft spoken so that his body could focus energy elsewhere. He needed to rest anyway. He was still on the transplant list and getting worse.
"Bokuto can you please-" Akaashi started to cough. Bokuto sat him up some as he wheezed, trying to catch his breath again. "I'm sorry."
"It's okay. Take as long as you need."
"Not just for the coughing. For you having to see me like this."
"What? Why?"
"I'm dying Bokuto. You know that."
Bokuto looked down and took one of Akaashi's hands. Tears came to his eyes. He didn't want to lose Akaashi. He couldn't go. "If I could, I would stop the pain. I'm so sorry."
"I know."
"I love you."
"I love you too." Akaashi coughed and winced as he did so. "It's starting to hurt. I need to lay down."
Bokuto eased him back down and kissed his forehead. "No coffee."
"No coffee." Akaashi repeated.
"Okay." Bokuto got up. "I'm gonna go get you some water and your medicine okay?"
Akaashi nodded. "Love you."
"I love you too."
Bokuto walked into the kitchen, yawning. Instantly he felt guilt wash over him. What was he doing being tired? Akaashi was exhausted and in an incredible amount of pain. He had slept soundly last night and Akaashi hadn't. He'd gotten up to use the bathroom and spent a good twenty minutes in there before coming back with tear stained cheeks. Bokuto had just woken up a little bit and rubbed his stomach.
The heterchromic man sighed. "I need to be strong for him. I promised."
On the kitchen table his phone started buzzing and he picked it up.
"Hey hey hey who is this?"
"It's Kuroo."
"Oh hey! How are you doing?" Bokuto questioned. He picked up a cup and went to the fridge.
"You know better than to ask that. I was checking in on you guys."
"Oh." Bokuto picked up Akaashi's pill planner.
"How's Akaashi?"
"He threw up again last night..." He sighed. "He's starting to be really quiet now too. He's in a lot of pain."
