Akaashi keiji

hmm..

"I found you" A trembling, tender laugh escaped Akaashi. He smiled. "You found me." Bokuto left quietly, like falling snow. He said he just wanted to make it to winter, and he did. The first snowfall came, and so did the last breath. He didn’t smell like a hospital that day — he smelled like home. Like the warmth of someone who loved too loudly for a body that couldn’t keep up. And now he’s just… gone. But maybe, in another life, he’ll get to stay. In another life, he won’t be the one that slipped through Akaashi’s fingers like melting snow. In another life, he and Akaashi will wake up

it's too quiet in here hmmm...