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 :>

"pneumonia - infection that inflames air sacs in one or both lungs, which may fill with fluid." 🚨THIS FF IS NOT MINE🚨The author is 11teen

This story is not mine i just saw that it wasn't on wattpad and some people do not have access to the story so here you go. CREDITS GO TO Danaiacake.

soulmate /ˈsəʊlmeɪt/ • noun A person who was made from the same star as you. // Kuroken AU where the last words your soulmate will say to you appear on your skin when you turn 16, and how Kenma and Kuroo learn what this means over the course of their lives

In which Akaashi wakes up in a world where Bokuto is still alive, and silently watches him fall for someone else. Will they fall in love again? Or will it all just be a dream? --------------------------------------------------- Disclaimer: Credits go to miyozun But half of the story is an add on and written by me I just wanted to share the story so please enjoy :3

Story isn't mine full credit goes to bokkuroo archiveofourown.com is where I got this from

"Death is death and there's not much we can do about it. But what comes after is in our hands." The sequel to In Another Life by LittleLuxray that nobody asked for-but which I simply had to write for myself. ~ In Cloud Atlas, Robert Frobisher writes in a letter to Sixsmith that "a half-finished book is, after all, a half-finished love affair." This story is my attempt to finish what was written by a different author five years ago. Bokuto is my favourite character in Haikyuu; Akaashi is his favourite person. Reading In Another Life a week ago, I felt empty. After rewatching Cloud Atlas I realised why that was. The story needs to end. And death is not an end, but a door. There are too many stories about the ones who leave. This is for the ones left behind, the ones who stay. For Akaashi. Now available to read in Portuguese! https://my.w.tt/GgVJWW5nVbb Now available to read in Spanish! https://www.wattpad.com/story/263165181?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=sallyhopewrites&wp_originator=z0AFrHpAAC8sFf7fXra7mKqHtY%2F9c6s1ovkkyxp241U2I4ET%2FMTzyovWwr3vAtFjG6OTz6uXyD6xjTEuH0iXOtkTsL93mowLuREchpsMZCkB6iesq17mFyfykiPVhX%2Bv

•*⁀➷ 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗱 ❝Wakatoshi-kun.❞ Tendou began suddenly, intent on adjusting his nasal cannula. The salty smell of the sea soon managed to fill his sick lungs, allowing him to release a slight sigh. ❝Tell me.❞ Looking at the magnificent view, the boy hesitated for a second. ❝If at the end of our life we ​​had the possibility to choose our own "paradise", I would choose this place.❞ ↳ 𝗳𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗺:: 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗄𝗒𝗎𝗎!! ↳ 𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽:: 𝗎𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗇 ↳ 𝘁𝘄:: 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍 ↳ 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗮:: 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖥𝗎𝗋𝗎𝖽𝖺𝗍𝖾 •*⁀➷ 1° 𝗶𝗻 #𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗼̄:: 18/04/21 2° 𝗶𝗻 #𝗯𝗼𝗸𝘂𝗮𝗸𝗮:: 19/03/21 3° 𝗶𝗻 #𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗼𝘂𝘀𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗿𝗶:: 16/03/21 3° 𝗶𝗻 #𝘂𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗷𝗶𝗺𝗮𝘄𝗮𝗸𝗮𝘁𝗼𝘀𝗵𝗶:: 16/03/21 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘂 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗶𝘁! ↳ 𝖺𝗄𝗏𝗍𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗐𝗑 ೃ࿔