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bokuaka but it's a thousand years by christina perri

“I have died every day waiting for you,” Akaashi whispered to his husband, a smile on his face.

“Did you?” Bokuto replied lightheartedly with a teasing grin on his lips, nose scrunched in endeared amusement.

SOMEONE KILL ME

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what do i post 😢

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trying digital art?!!?? (except i have absolutely 0 clue on how to blend how do u blend oml and no im not gonna render literally fuck that i already spent 2 hours trying to color his jeans)

yams slowly entering his bad boy phase🙏🙏

upd: I FORGOT HIS FRECKLES

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i think kghn would go like this:

H: hey have u seen my phone

K: no (has it hidden in his shoe)

H: but i saw you take it

K: ... *awkwardly gives phone case*

H: bro

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I HAVEN'T STOPPED THINKING ABOUT THIS ONE KGHN EDIT BY @asherheed ON TIKTOK BRO I WAS GOING INSANE, EVEN MORE SO BECAUSE THE SONG WAS ARAW-ARAW BY BEN&BEN??!??!! I LOVE BEN&BEN AND KGHN

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i love bro he's so underrated

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hey when i said i wanted to use c.ai i didn't mean this😢

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sometimes i look at haikyuu characters and wonder if their hair is gelled to look the way it is (e.g., oikawa) only to realize that their hair is naturally like that but hey it looks good on them😻

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gigglign

and my mom's attempt @ drawing shoyo!crow🫶

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just started drawing again?!?!! (im supposed to be studying for exams hut bro im so borejdjejejekr)

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i wanna reply to ur messages so bad omg but school has a way of keeping me busy😻😻 (and im very VERY shy)

but hear me out: bokuaka but instead it's hold on by chord overstreet??!?!??! im going batshit crazy but watch me write a story and i dont even know if it's gonna be worth it because as emotional as i am, i do NOT know how to capture emotions in a story 😎 and i DONT wanna get into detail (regarding the speaking between two characters) cause i'd take so long to finish🫶 also idk how the hospital works cuz i dont go to the hospital that much eurgwgahrg

It was another night of arguing, another night of disagreements. Since when did such a seemingly perfect relationship go downhill? Bokuto missed the nights where laughter and warmth were shared, lingering kisses and fleeting touches... But all of that has come to an end. Though, this particular heated conversation was much worse than the previous ones Bokuto had encountered, and he wasn't sure if another “sorry” and flowers were enough to make up for it.

He left Akaashi alone after the yelling competition, deciding to dwell within their shared bedroom, whilst the other man hid himself within the lonesome confines of the bathroom walls. What was once a comforting space became cold as ice, easily seeping past his skin and freezing him to the bone. The man anxiously bounced his leg in both guilt and regret, quietly mulling over the words he's said to his lover. He really should've kept his mouth shut, knowing he'd say things he didn't mean, but he couldn't help himself. At some point, Bokuto began fantasizing the idea of Akaashi forgiving him, though he knew that was unlikely.

“Gods, I shouldn't have said all that...” He mumbled and drew in a sharp breath. After a moment of mental debate and silent contemplation, he rose to his feet, only to sit back down on the edge of the bed. “Oh, what am I thinking? He's never gonna forgive me.” He turned his gaze to the full-body mirror that sat across him, reflecting his grief and sorrow. Bokuto clenched his jaw and cast his gaze to the carpeted floor.

Selfish thoughts soon ran rampant across his mind. He was sure Akaashi would enter the bedroom, looking apologetic. He's certain his lover would forgive him, despite the painful things he said that had the potential of ruining quite literally anyone's relationship. How could he say “I hate you” to the very man he loved most?

And so, he waited, and waited, and waited...and waited. He waited until the clock struck midnight, yet somehow, Akaashi hadn't returned. Doubt swelled in his chest, but concern had overstepped such an emotion. He abruptly stood and left the bedroom, leaving the door hanging on its hinges.

He marched over to the bathroom and rapped on the door hastily. “Hey... Keiji?” He called out softly. “Are you alright in there? Keiji?” He shut his mouth and waited for a few seconds, but received no response. He knocked again, harder. “Keiji. Baby, open the door, please,” he stated firmly, voice growing with frustration.

Silence answered his pleading. As his frustration and worry grew, he found himself pounding the door with his fist. “Keiji! Open up!” Bokuto huffed stubbornly and began hitting the door with his shoulder after receiving no response. After a few unsuccessful tries, he took a few steps back before slamming the heel of his foot below the doorknob. He successfully broke the door down and barged in, only to pause at the sight of Akaashi sitting helplessly on the floor.

His back was pressed against the wall, a blade in one hand and his wrist bleeding out. Bokuto's eyes widened as fear settled within him. “Keiji!” He exclaimed and ran over to his lover, kneeling beside him. He took his lover in his arms and cradled him, pressing his fingers to the pulse point on his neck. Akaashi's heartbeat was slowing down, whilst Bokuto's was racing. “No, no, no, no, no, no...” He whispered, shaking him. “Keiji? Keiji, c'mon, open your eyes! This isn't funny! Quit playing with me!”

Seeing that his lover was too weak to reply, Bokuto got to work and covered the bleeding cut desperately. Tears pricked behind his eyes but he bit them back. He carried his lover out of the bathroom, not bothering to bring anything else but his wallet, phone, and keys. He left the house urgently and shut the door, then ran to his car.

Upon unlocking it, he placed his lover in the passenger's seat before climbing into the driver's seat. He didn't bother putting on the seatbelts and shoved the key in the keyhole with shaky hands. Bokuto's breathing quickened as he revved the engine, then immediately pulled out of the garage. He turned on the hazard and began driving down the streets at record speed.

“C'mon, baby... Hang in there,” he whispered anxiously, eyes flickering between the road and Akaashi. Tears blurred his vision, forcing him to slow down by a margin to avoid getting into potential accidents. He sniffled and let out quiet sobs, occasionally reaching up to wipe his eyes.

Driving down the highway felt like a nightmare he couldn't escape. Bokuto found himself praying to whatever god was above there, despite not having a religion. “Please... Please let Keiji live. Please. I've lost so much already—I can't lose him now.”

They arrived at the hospital. Bokuto parked his car in the empty parking lot haphazardly, then turned off the car. He quickly got out of the driver's seat and jogged to the other side, picking up Akaashi. He practically ran past the doors of the hospital, bringing him to the counter and explained the situation in broken sobs.

The receptionist, having understood the situation and Bokuto's messy explanation, immediately addressed it as an emergency and called doctors and nurses to the main lobby. He looked at the doctors in hope, only for his despair to grow. “No... No, don't take him from me!” He exclaimed, fighting back against the nurses who began to take Akaashi away.

“This is a necessary step, sir. Please, leave him to us,” one doctor assured and placed Akaashi on the transport table. Bokuto watched helplessly as an IV was attached to his lover's arm. “Keiji! Keiji..!” He weeped, trying to escape the grasp of the nurses, but to no avail.

He watched as Akaashi was taken away in a hurry, his still body shifting from side to side on the table. He could care less about what the doctors were saying above Akaashi—their words were unknown to him. He just wanted to see his partner live—the very person whom he promised to love for the rest of eternity.

As Bokuto sat in the waiting area, eyes puffy, he took out his phone from his pocket. He opened it and saw several unread messages on his lockscreen, waiting to be read. They were from his teammates—some from his family members, and others from friends. They'd heard of what happened and showed remorse, wishing Akaashi a fast recovery.

He frowned and turned off his phone, not bothering to reply to them. It felt like it's been hours as he waited for Akaashi, when really, it's only been 15 minutes. He sat on the cold seat anxiously, staring at the tiled floor. The hospital smelled of antiseptic. It was never a pleasant scent.

The last time Bokuto was here was when Akaashi had fainted from both overexertion and exhaustion. He told him several times to not overwork himself, to allow himself to rest from time to time, but Akaashi was quick to give him a reassuring smile. Bokuto was a fool to believe him.

Elbows on his knees, he clasped his hands together and placed his forehead upon his knuckles, eyes shut tightly. All he could do was pray that his beloved would survive.

cliffhanger....?!!?!??😱😱

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hey im actually so lonely rn i wanna talk to someone and make friends but idk how cause i have no social life and im so socially inept (and very shy i swear on god i cant even place my order at a small cafe) and i wanna go into a deep philosophical conversation regarding hq but my friends in school dont even watch hq so they can't really relate and i doubt they'd find it interesting because they dont play vb and again, they dont watch hq💔💔

if u wanna talk my dc is migiminii (but im not always online🥲🥲)

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im running out of content hello but bro looks like a dinosaur

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SCREAMIWIRNGISJNRNWJDJWNE

AND IM SO EXCITED TO SEE BOKUTO'S MATCH MY BABYYYYYYY

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yo

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i have so much haikyuu edits and fanarts saved that it makes up half of my storage

ok so

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i think i failed the exams🫶