Your P.O.V.

I laid on my bed texting Hagakure and Jirou.

"(Y/n), it's time to go!" My grandmother called up the stairs.

"Coming!" I called back turning off my phone and rolling off my bed. I walked downstairs and stood in the doorway leading into the living room.

"Are you ready?" My father and grandmother stood from their seats.

"Mm-hmm." I nodded and we walked outside. My father opened the door to the car and I climbed in, my anxiety rising with each second. "What are they doing today?" I asked looking out the window at the retreating houses.

"Just a check-up and discussing physical therapy." My father looked in the rear-view mirror. I sighed and propped my arm on the window and watched the people and other cars.

Kaminari P.O.V.

We all sat in our seats but (L/n) wasn't here today. Hagakure didn't seem to notice but Jirou and I kept looking at each other and shrugging unsure of what was happening. During lunch I decided to ask Hagakure.

"Hey, where's (L/n)? She didn't come in today?" I asked while getting my lunch.

"Oh...uhm...she had some...family business!" She seemed to think of an excuse in the middle of her sentence.

"Will she be back after lunch?" Jirou asked as they went to their seats.

"I'm not sure." Hagakure shrugged.

"(L/n)'s not back yet?" Kirishima asked when I sat down.

"Not yet. I'm not even sure where she is." I shrugged.

Your P.O.V. (yes I know but I just wanted some suspense...)

I slouched in the waiting room chair scrolling through my photos on my phone. I wasn't enjoying being here. But when do I enjoy coming to therapy.

"(L/n)." The nurse called my name.

"We'll be out here." My father nodded and I stood up following the nurse into the room.

"We just need to take your blood pressure, then the doctor will come in for your check-up." She smiled wrapping the cuff around my upper arm.

"Thank you." I sighed looking around the room. She finished and packed up everything writing something on the paper and leaving me in silence. I jumped when my phone rang, but I composed myself and answered. "Yes?" I tried to sound as normal as possible.

"Hey, where were yo today? We were all worried." Kaminari's voice was on the other end.

"Oh um...I had to stay home today because of some family business." I lied knowing Hagakure told them something like this.

"Is something wrong?" Jirou cut in.

"Oh, no. Nothing's wrong. There was just something I needed to handle." I chuckled nervously. The doctor opened the door and motioned for me to wrap it up. "I have to go but I'll text you later, bye you two!" I hung up before they could say anything.

"Based on what we saw last time, your Avascular Necrosis will eventually collapse you wrists. If you do decide to take the physical therapy the progression is going to be slowed." He explained. "The progression to your wrists and fingers will not be stopped, but will be slowed enough for you to continue playing piano." He kept checking through his notes.

"Can we discuss this with my father?" I looked at my hands as I held them in my lap.

"Of course. I'll call him in." He stood up and left the room, coming back a few seconds later followed by my father. "As I discussed with your daughter, the physical therapy will slow the progression of the Avascular Necrosis but will not stop it." He explained to the man that was now rubbing my back to comfort me.

"I'll do it." I shook my head. "I don't care. I have to do whatever it takes to play."I looked up at my father.

"(L/n), are you sure? There's no guarantee it will be successful-" I cut him off before I started crying.

"I know! But if there's even the slightest chance, I have to take it." I said breathlessly. He sighed and looked at my father who just nodded.

"I understand. Very well then. We'll find the best methods for you and you can start as soon as possible." He bowed and left the room.

"(Y/n), I'm sorry." My father held the door for me.

"There's nothing to apologize for. Can we just leave already." I grabbed my phone and walked straight out to my grandmother.

The entire drive home was silent. I didn't feel like talking about it or anything for the matter. When we came to a stop I opened the door and walked into the house. I locked eyes with my grandfather before walking upstairs and calling Hagakure.

"Hey, (Y/n). How'd it go?" She sounded worried but hopeful.

"Physical therapy. Starting as soon as possible." I fell back onto my bed. "We're not sure how much longer I have." I felt tears filling in the corners of my eyes.

"At least there's still a chance, right?" I could hear how positive she was trying to be.

"I guess." I mumbled.

"(Y/n), you need to start seeing the best in everything. Look at it this way; the physical therapy will help extend the time you have to play for longer." She laughed.

"Tooru, within a few months, without physical therapy, I won't even be able to feed myself." I snapped. There was a heavy silence from the both of us.

"I have to go. I'll see you at school Monday."  With that she hung up.

"Dammit!" I kicked the wooden support on my bed. I got a text and I lifted my phone to look at it.

'Kaminari sent you a video.' I rolled my eyes but opened it anyway. He was sitting on a couch holding a guitar. I reached over to the bedside tabled and pulled my headphones off of it, plugging them into my phone and pressing the play button on the video.

"Hey, (L/n) I know this is a bit weird but Hagakure said you might need something to cheer you up. So, um, here." He smiled and started playing.

I wasn't expecting him to play that good. I know he said he played a bit in his free time, but I thought he just played to impress girls. I turned up the volume and laying on my stomach watching as he meticulously strummed. I felt like everything around me melted away as I swayed to the music.

"Don't take yourself so seriously
Look at you all dressed up for someone you never see
You're here for a reason but you don't know why
You're split and uneven your hands to the sky
Surrender yourself"

When he started singing I was genuinely surprised. Not only could he play but he could sing.

"And I wonder why I tear myself down
To be built back up again
Oh I hope somehow, I'll wake up young again
All that's left of myself
Holes in my false confidence
And now I lay myself down
And hope I wake up young again
Hope I wake up young again" With each word I felt a smile crawl across my face.

"Don't let those demons in again
I fill the void up with polished doubt, fake sentiment
Surrender yourself
And I wonder why I tear myself down
To be built back up again
Oh I hope somehow, I'll wake up young again
All that's left of myself
Holes in my false confidence" He looked at the camera and smiled. Although it wasn't his usual over-confident grin it was more shy and held back.

"And now I lay myself down
And hope I wake up young again
Hope I wake up young again
Hope I wake up young again
Why won't you take me seriously
Look at me all fucked up over someone I'll never meet
And I wonder why I tear myself down
To be built back up again
Oh I hope somehow, I'll wake up young again
All that's left of myself
Holes in my false confidence
And now I lay myself down
And hope I wake
I wonder why I tear myself down
To be built back up again
Oh I hope some how I wake up young again" Something in the way he played just made me smile.

"All that's left of myself
Holes in my false confidence
And now I lay myself down
And hope I wake up young again
Hope I wake up young again
Hope I wake up young again" When he was done he smiled and awkwardly nodded his head. The video stopped and I turned my phone off wrapping my headphones around my phone, throwing it onto my bed.

A/N: Okay. Avascular Necrosis is bone tissue dying due to the lack of blood supply leading to tiny breaks and the eventual collapse of the bone. So yeah as a pianist something like that would destroy my career not only as playing but writing too. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed. Have a good day/night, drink water, eat food, get sleep. You're amazing and I love you. Bye my lovelies! I'ma get sleep it's 5:40 AM.

~Cinnamon <3