Sleepless nights were no longer as rare as they used to be.
And he couldn't handle them as well as he used to.
No matter how many cups of tea he had, how many books he read or manuscripts he wrote, or even how many sheeps he counted, Fyodor Dostoevsky could not fall asleep.
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Summary:
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.
Credits: LiitleLuxary on AO3