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#Bokuaka // Nightmares// fear

Akaashi has nightmares. Bokuto knows this, but even still it surprises him when he feels him move in the bed.
He'll start gasping, and Bokuto will turn over, trying to wake him. He'll put a hand to his shoulder and squeeze, sometimes to his hip, +

sometimes to his cheek. But will always reach for him knowing that when his eyes open he'll be searching for his hand.
"Keiji," Bokuto whispers, sitting up in their bed, half naked in the dark leaning over his husband. "Keiji wake up."
Akaashi's hand clutches into the pillow+

case, eyes squeezed shut and tears dripping from his lashes. His mouth is open, but no air is choked through his lungs. He's silent in his suffering.
Bokuto lays down. Sometimes it's no use, he can't wake him and he's forced to wait. Bokuto can't ever sleep when this happens. +

"Please."
Akaashi eyes fling open, pupils dark and large, trying to see in a world not meant to be looked at. And the first thing he sees is Bokuto looking back at him.
His eyes well up again.
"Koutarou..." his voice cracks and Bokuto brings a hand to his cheek.
"I know," +

he says, "what was it now?"
Akaashi moves away and Bokuto lets him, opening his arm for him to crawl closer, which he does. He presses his forehead to the center of Bokuto's chest and takes the deepest breath Bokuto always sees in the night. A breath that makes him shake. +

"You did something terrible. you betrayed me. then left."
Akaashi's words are muffled by Bokuto's skin, but he can hear him just fine.
"Oh, I'm sorry." he holds him tighter and Akaashi shakes his head.
"It wasn't really you," he says and then he whispers it again. +

"It wasn't really you."
Akaashi has nightmares. They're not often, but every time Bokuto wakes and sits with him until he stops crying. He holds him and sometimes he cries with him. Not out of sadness, or pity, but out of guilt, because he can do nothing but sit there and wait.+

He's helpless, and useless to Akaashi and sometimes he hates himself for it.
Bokuto bends his head and presses a kiss to to Akaashi's crown. He really is sorry.
"I wont ever do those things Keiji, I wont ever hurt you." Bokuto's words feel empty to him, because how could he +

promise such a thing? But what else can he say? "I promise."
Akaashi's voice is small as he explains the dream, and Bokuto listens, as his words blend seamlessly into the dark, creating phantoms there. He seems so fragile, like glass or a baby bird. like something that is +

completely at the mercy of their world. And it makes Bokuto want to protect him. He wants to hold him closer, to never leave his side.
Bokuto holds tighter to Akaashi, words starting to slur from tiredness. Bokuto doesn't know how to sleep like this, with Akaashi's fears +

absorbed inside of him. So he doesn't. He waits until Akaashi falls back to sleep and holds him until morning. And when Akaashi wakes and asks if he slept again, he smiles and says,
"Yes."

//END

I've been watching gentle shows with beautiful writing and wanted to do something sad and tender. I had a dream like this once and this was what my girlfriend at the time said to me, so I wanted to do that with Bokuaka.
Hope you enjoyed! Thanks for reading!
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