Whatever Bokuto writes shows up on his soulmates arm. An arm that belongs to Akaashi Keiji. A bokuaka, kuroken, bokuroo fic. Written: 2019-2020 Cover art: @almangods

Sleeping didn't come as easy as it used to. Bokuto knew this, and now Akaashi did, too. The hospital AU that no body asked for, but that I took upon myself to write. _______ Disclaimer : All credits of writing this go to Littleluxray, the original one can be found on archive of our own! Credits to art/book cover also goes to Rheatan which can be found on Deviantart As said I do not own this story, I just wanted to share it :>

[THE YEAR IS 2012, THE ENGLISH TOWN AND HOUSES THE BEST CLINIC KNOWN AROUND. THE REMAINS OF HUMANITY SUFFERS FROM A HORRID PANDEMIC; THE PURPLE PLAGUE. THERE IS NO CURE AND IT DIVES THE WORLD INTO A LIMBO OF KNOWING NO ONES LIFE IS GUARANTEED.] DOES VEIN AND NOTICUS FIGHT THE SELFISH SUPERIOR THAT IS THEIR BOSS AS THEY TELL THE WORLD THAT THEY HAVE FOUND THE CURE? Well you'll just have to find out.

"Whatever causes night in our souls may leave stars." The story is not mine

"Just fucking choose." Iwaizumi was trying to control his voice but it was getting harder every passing moment. Especially when his best friend was being extremely difficult. "Hmn... how about cuddling with hundreds of kittens?" Oikawa mused pursing his dry lips. --------------------------