Our Story {Kakashi X Reader}

|Part Thirty Four|

|YOU|

"(Y/N), can you push against me as hard as you can?"

Currently I was laying on the floor on my living room, with a squishy, pink mat being the only thing cushioning me against the hardwood flooring. My therapist was kneeling in front of me with my right leg hung over her shoulder, and as her request, I pushed down with all the strength I could muster.

She barely faltered. It made me feel weak, which was a foreign emotion to me, unlike anger which had become all too familiar. I grit my teeth and strained my muscles in an attempt to get my therapist to at least grunt under the pressure of my leg, but it was useless.

"Don't push yourself past your limits," she said, laying my leg back on the floor. "I know the road to recovery is long and tedious, but it's necessary. If you push yourself too far too fast you could cause more injuries that would set us back several weeks or even months."

I knew she was right, but it made the anger bubbling in the pit of my stomach burn my insides. I wanted to go back to work, I wanted to get back to training my team, but I was rendered down to a shell of myself. A shell that had to take a break halfway up the ten stairs to my apartment.

"You're improving steadily, so my advice is to continue with the exercises I've given you. I think you're well enough now to push yourself a little more, maybe start swimming or doing other low-impact sports to increase your flexibility."

I said nothing but watched as she gathered her things and made her way to leave. When she finally opened the door, three others stood on the other side.

"Sorry," I heard Jin apologize. He stepped around my therapist and Amari and Kamina followed closely.

"What are you three doing here?" I asked. I still laid on the floor, and the three boys stood behind the couch next to me.

Amari and Kamina glanced at Jin. Even though Amari acted like the ring leader among them, Jin was always the one they turned to in awkward or social situations. Out of the three of them he was really the only one that was any good at socializing in general.

After a long pause, I glanced down at Jin's hands to see a bouquet of flowers. "Are those for me?"

Jin jumped like he heard a ghost before nodding.

Slowly, I rolled to my stomach and brought my knees to my chest, relying on the muscles of my legs to stand me up instead of my core. It was a slow process, and without the couch to steady me I probably wouldn't have done it so easily.

"You didn't have to get up," Jin spoke frantically.

I grumbled. "It's fine."

I walked into my kitchen and open the top cupboard above my stove. The glass vases were on the top shelf, which would require me being able to reach that high.

Jin shuffled to stand next to me and hesitantly reached up to grab the biggest vase I had before taking to the sink to fill with water.

My knuckles turned white as I gripped the handle on the oven. In my mind I knew I should be appreciative for the help. If Jin hadn't reached up to get the vase, I would have stood here for hours trying to come up with a clever way to get it down, but all I felt was frustration.

"Sensei, we just wanted to come see how you were. You haven't spoken to any of us in the two months you've been home." Jin's back was still turned to me as he placed the small bouquet of flowers in the giant vase he had picked.

"I haven't really gone out much."

"I guess that's true. How's your therapy been?"

"Fine."