1. Sleep

Akaashi stared at himself in the mirror, gulping. His body wasn't going to hold out too much longer if he kept going like this. His little boy wasn't going to grow up and be able to indulge in nicer things like this. Bokuto wouldn't stay around much longer if things like this kept happening.

Akaashi wouldn't be able to stay here longer. He needed to escape this house.

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WARNING
This story has implications of/scenes of:
- emotional/physical abuse
- throwing up
- child abuse
- illness
- occasional blood