A/N: I'm updating because I now have time to catch up on chapters. The hiatus is only on main projects that get frquent updates so I have more time. I absolutely LOVE Shigatsu Wa Kimi No Uso (Your Lie in April). I always cry in the end... Which is also kind of the inspiration for this fanfic... Along with some other ideas I had at 3 AM...

Your P.O.V.

"Again." Grandfather flipped through the sheet music.

"But Grandfather, I'm supposed to help some friends-" I'd been playing the same piece for almost an hour.

"Again." He snapped.

"Yes sir." I sighed and glanced at my score.

I continued practicing with Grandfather as Father was overseas for the week. I had planned to help some of my friends study but at this rate I wouldn't be able to.

Kaminari P.O.V.

We all stood in front of (L/n)'s house, instruments in-hand. At least I wasn't the only one staring at how big her house was. Ashido and I were both gushing over the building. '(L/n)'s loaded.' I felt a little betrayed how she never told us about her family or invited us over.

"Stop being an idiot and knock already." Jirou punched my arm.

"Ow- would you at least take a second to look at this place." I pointed at the large wooden door. She rolled her eyes and knocked on the door.

"He's right, this place is amazing." Ashido used both of us as an armrest. The door opened, revealing an old woman instead of (L/n).

"I'm guessing you three are the ones (Y/n) has been expecting." She greeted us with a kind smile. "She's practicing with her grandfather, but please come in." She opened the door more and stepped aside for us. As soon as we were inside the smell of fresh baked goods filled the air. Along with the sound of someone playing piano, (L/n). "She's in the music room just down that hall. Be careful, her grandfather isn't exactly the warmest." Her grandma directed us to the music room and after taking off our shoes and placing them next to the door, we quietly walked down the hallway.

"Guys look." Ashido opened the door and waved us over.

"I've never seen her so focused." We all watched as she played, her grandpa stood tall watching her every move.

"He's a bit scary, hm?" Ashido commented looking back at us.

"Enough." A stern voice echoed in the music room. Almost immediately she stopped playing, her hands hovered over the keys. "Your friends are here." He turned to the doorway.

"Grandfather, as soon as they leave I'll continue practicing." She stood up and glanced at us.

"You will return as soon as they leave." He sighed and opened the doors all the way. He glared down at us before leaving.

"Thanks for saving me." (L/n) sighed.

"How long has that been going on?" Jirou asked, placing her cello against the wall. I watched as her grandpa walked into the kitchen before actually going into the music room.

"Too long." (L/n) sat back onto the stool and massaged her palm.

"That was awesome." I smirked looking around the large room.

"Maybe."She shrugged.

"'Maybe?!' That was beautiful! And you were so focused and fluid!" Ashido fawned over her playing.

"Well, it really just takes practice and conditioning." Her hand moved to her shoulder awkwardly.

Your P.O.V.

This sucks. They were here to study for an upcoming test but Grandmother let them come to the music room. 'Grandfather is not going to be happy later.' I sighed, stretching my arms over my head and straightening out my skirt.

"So, what did you guys need help with?" I smiled trying to seem as hyper and awake as possible.

"Everything." Ashido giggled nervously.

"Let's start with math then." I stood back up and left the room. Heading to my bedroom I found my bag and took my books out along with some pencils. I was walking back to the music room when there was an unbearable pain in my hand. I dropped a few of the books just as someone started walking out of the music room. I winced slightly and started picking up my books.

"Need some help?" I looked up and saw Kaminari picking up a few papers.

"I'm fine just...clumsy." I shook my head and we brought my notes and books into the music room.

~Time Skip~

I closed my eyes and leaned back on my arms.

"(Y/n), it's getting late. It's time to practice again." Grandfather's voice came from the door.

"But my friends are still here." I sat up and gestured to the three sitting around me.

"I don't care, just start practicing again." His voice was emotionless and calm. If I refused I was grounded.

"Yes sir." I rolled my eyes and stood up. "Sorry about him. He's a bit intense." I apologized, sitting back at my piano.

"What are you practicing?" Ashido walked behind me and glanced at the score. "Do you mind if I play with you?" She excitedly asked.

"Of course not, go ahead." I shrugged watching her run over to Kaminari's case.

"Mina-" He was about to protest.

"I know you two said to bring it but I forgot, so please?" She begged.

"Fine." He gave in.

"Thank you!" She cheered taking out the glossy wooden instrument.

"Whenever you're ready." I glanced up waiting for her cue. She gave me a small nod and I began playing.

With a nine minute piece this would be fun. Especially if Grandfather heard. She seemed to be having a lot of fun seeing as she had a sweet smile across her features. Although I couldn't say the same as soon as I saw my grandfather walk into the doorway. Any emotion on my face dropped and I focused on only the piano. My movements became more fluid and focused. If he wasn't going to support his granddaughter becoming a pianist then he'd resort to constant practice. I wanted to prove to him that I could be number one. And that meant doing whatever it took. My right hand started shaking, not a good sign. I couldn't hold up much longer but I was going to keep playing no matter what.

"Lighten up, you're too tense. You're gonna slip up." Kaminari was whispering under his breath. I caught it through the chaos of the music, breaking my focus.

As if a switch was flipped I followed his advice. I relaxed my shoulders and eased up on each note. My hand stopped shaking and it became easier to play. A soft smile found its way onto my mouth as I focused on the piece again. But this time I wasn't focusing on my grandfather. I glanced over and saw Kaminari shift his sitting position, a knowing smirk plastered on his face. My eyes fell to the door. Grandfather was glaring daggers into me. But I ignored him and continued playing. The piece came to a close and Ashido giggled again as Kaminari and Jirou applauded us. I looked up just as Grandfather was leaving, a sinking feeling in my stomach.

"I'm so dead later..." I mumbled.

"I should get going, my mom's gonna freak if I'm late." Jirou checked her phone before quickly grabbing her cello.

"Already, it won't be dark for hours." My head fell to the side in confusion.

"Family dinner." She shrugged.

"Hmm." I nodded.

"(Y/n) (L/n), come get your phone right now or I swear on your mother's life I will throw it in the sink!" Grandmother yelled from the kitchen. My posture straightened and I groaned before defeatedly walking into the kitchen.

"Please don't do that again..." I mumbled swiping my phone off of the counter, immediately getting notifications.

"Thank you. Now you better answer this 'Midoriya' kid before he breaks your phone." She raised an eyebrow at me suggestively.

"He's not like that! He's just a friend from school!" I defended myself.

"Sure he is, (Y/n). It's either him or the blonde." She ignored me and continued whatever she was doing.

"Ugh! Why bother you won't listen." I rolled my eyes and walked back to the music room.

"Quick question, (L/n). Why'd she say 'on your mother's life' when he called you in?" Ashido asked the second I came back in.

"My dad's overseas in America with my mom while she gets treatment." I quickly responded.

"Treatment for what?" She brought a finger to her chin as an eyebrow raised in confusion.

"A bone disease." I checked my phone to see why my grandmother was so upset. I had six messages from Midoriya and Uraraka. "Why." I huffed scrolling through the messages.

{||Opened Messages from Midoriya and Uraraka||}

Midoriya
'Are you busy?'

Uraraka
'If you are we can wait until
you have time'

Midoriya
'We just wanted to know if
you could help us with this
piece'

Midoriya
'It's the Chopin piece we were
given this week'

Uraraka
'We had fun performing
but we wanted to try again
to see if we could do it differently'

Midoriya
'We can find someone else
if you don't have time'

You
'I might be able to
I'll check my schedule and get back
to you as soon as I can..'

{||Closed Messages from Midoriya and Uraraka||}

"Why are you so formal even when texting?" Ashido appeared behind me, startling me.

"Uh- I was just raised this way?" I shrugged.

"You and Yao-Momo are very similar." She squinted at me.

"But Momo is rich. And got in on recommendations." I pointed out.

"And you're not rich?" Both of them looked at me.

"No." I shook my head. "This is my grandparents house. My father works in accounting and all of his money goes into my mother's treatment and my phys- music." I caught myself, hoping they didn't pick it up. They silently stood there obviously confused. "None of that made sense did it?" I fidgeted with the hem of my skirt seeing them shake their heads.

"She isn't wealthy, we are." Grandmother walked past the music room.

"But doesn't that mean she's-" Kaminari looked extremely confused.

"Stop over thinking it, you're gonna fry your brian." Ashido calmly walked over to him and patted his head.

"But it makes no sense." He looked at his hands then up at me. I laughed nervously trying to find a way to help the situation. But my mind was blank. He looked so pitiful and confused. Kind of like a small child.

We continued to talk and bond but the time soon came for them to leave. It would be dark soon and I didn't want them to be out at night. I walked them to the gate and we said our goodbyes. Ashido quickly lunged at me, wrapping her arms around my neck. She let go and waved with a small smile. After they both left I slowly walked back inside. I didn't want to be scolded for playing with Ashido earlier, but it was inevitable.

"(Y/n), I need to talk to you about something." Instead of Grandfather scolding me, I was met with the sound of my grandmother.

"Yes?" I stood in the doorway of the living room.

"Your mother and father are coming back in a few days." She paused and looked at me. "They said her treatment was over and they couldn't do anything else." Those words were something I'd expected. But not this early.

"Did it help?" I looked at the hard-wood flooring.

"It did, but now there isn't anything else they can do." Her voice was soft and calm.

"Is there anything else I needed to know?" I glanced up at her, then around the room. Grandfather wasn't here.

"Your mother is coming back permanently. She wants to play with you and see you play again." She explained. I sighed and silently looked at the ground. I shook my head and left the living room, quietly walking up the stairs and into my bed room.

I was happy Mother was coming back. Ecstatic even. But it meant that she didn't have much time to do the things she loved anymore. After all it was her and Father who taught me to play and encouraged it. Who knows what would've happened if neither of us needed help. Mother always played for me as a kid. I would sit in her lap as she played, sometimes even falling asleep. I would put my hands on top of her's, and that's when I really found my love of playing. I remember the piece she would always play. Schubert/Listz's Serenade. It was like a lullaby. Calming and sweet. Yet there was always something hidden in it. The day the doctors said I had the same disease as my mother, I made a promise. Once she came back from treatment and I had the chance to perform one last song for her on stage, it would be that one.

I face planted into my comfortable mattress and felt myself slide off onto my knees. I was about to get back up when my hand brushed against something under my bed. Without sitting up I pulled it out and threw the tin brick onto my bed. I pushed myself up and I sat on my bed looking down at the black metal box. There was a piece of leather with names engraved into it. Mother and Father's names along with none other than Grandfather's. I curiously pulled the lid off revealing photos and sheet music. I didn't recognize any of the music nor anyone in the photos. Until I saw a group photo. Grandfather, Mother, and Father were all together with some other people. Grandfather was in one of his signature tailored suits while the others were wearing the Shiketsu Performing Arts Academy uniform. I knew my parents went to Shiketsu and that they met there, but they never told me that Grandfather was a teacher there.

"Why doesn't he want me to play if he was a teacher...?" I mumbled to myself looking over all of the sheet music.

It was an accompany piece, hand written by my mother. If I was going to play it, I'd need to find a violinist who can match me. Anyone besides Bakugou. I'd take Mineta over Bakugou any day if it meant I didn't have to deal with his crude comments.

I continued to read over the piece. There were a lot of scribbles and there was even an unfinished line. Who would've thought my mother, a perfectionist when it came to playing, would leave a piece unfinished and left to the fate of time. 'What was this even doing under my bed?' I raised an eyebrow and looked at the other pictures. I found one of my mother and five other people. Oddly they all reminded me of a specific few 1-A students. One boy was snarling at the camera, while the boy next to him had an arm slung over the first boy's shoulders with the widest grin, a girl in the middle, next to my mother, was smiling sweetly with her fists in the air, my father had his arm around my mother's shoulders, as another boy stood on the opposite end with a calm smile. I thought about asking Grandfather who they were but decided against it. 'If he wanted me to know about him being a teacher and playing music, he would've told me.' I packed everything away and placed the box in my closet. I walked back and fell onto my bed, staring up at my ceiling. I had so much to do and so little time to do everything now. It was becoming overwhelming. Some days my only break was during lunch. Lunch sometimes being my only meal for the day, as school and constant practice took up my time. Once my father was back everything might settle down. I just needed to stay calm and I'd be okay.

A/N: I'M BACK! Well, kinda. I felt bad not updating for a while and then just going on hiatus so I took all of my new free time and am using it to catch up on some much needed chapters. Because who needs sleep when you have anti-depressants and a therapist??? No, seriously though, get sleep. I'm really glad about how much I got though. Almost 3000 words... Google docs says 2700 while Wattpad says 2600... Okay. Also, bitch took 9 pages. New record. Hell yeah. As always; have a good day/night, drink water, eat food, get sleep. You're amazing and I love you! Bye my lovelies!

~Cinnamon <3