LIGHT

WEDNESDAY

"PLEASE."

"Sir she's not in the right condition to be-"

"It's not like she's getting any better!" Bokuto snapped harshly.

He sighed running his fingers through his hair.

"Look can we just have this one thing please?"

The receptions pursued her lips at seeing the desperate look on his face.

"Fine. But if her doctor asks this did not happen."

Bokuto gave her a small smile, something not many people saw often.

"Thank you. You don't know how much I appreciate it."

She nods and shoos him away. He heads off to your room but not before giving the old receptionist a salute. Once she sees him disappear around the corner her lips quirk downwards.

She would never admit it but [Y/n] had grown on her, Bokuto too. She promised herself she wouldn't get to close to the sick girl knowing that nothing good would come out of it.

And nothing good came.

Bokuto wouldn't be the only one affected by [Y/n]'s death.

She shook her head and picked up her pen clicking it.

'They deserve better.'

                                   ☀︎︎ꕥ꧁꧂☀︎︎

Bokuto walked into your room only to be greeted by the sight of you walking around your room in circles.

He raised one perfect eyebrow, "Uh what are you doing?"

You paused looked at him then looked away going back into walking in circles again.

You huffed walking at a faster pace, "Im exercising isn't it obvious?"

He chuckled, "Not really no."

You stopped what you were doing and flopped onto your bed spreading your arms wide.

"Its so boring in here Ko" you groaned, "The only time its fun is when your here and I have to wait hours before you come. Its like Im in prison!"

You turned your head to the side dramatically putting the back of your palm on your forehead.

When Bokuto said nothing in response to your theatrics you lifted yourself up and looked over to where he was before. Now seeing him crouched down on the floor getting something from his bag like yesterday.

He pulled out some freshly washed clothes he got from his house,which you left there, before placing them on your lap.

"Get changed."

Before you could even question him about it he was out the door. You stared at the spot he was just in then examimed the clothes on your lap.

"Hm." You shrugged "don't mind if I do."

You got up, walked over to the bathroom and changed into your clothes.

Once you were done you looked up into the full body mirror next to your shower.

You brushed off your clothes and smiled.

Your clothes were now a little looser on your frame but that didn't matter to you.

For once you felt...normal.

You can't remember the last time you were dressed in anything but your hospital gown so for you to be all dressed up made you remember life before you were sick.