The Rouge Violinist (Kousei x Female Reader)

(19) Thank You.....For Everything

Your POV

"AGH!" I fell down onto the floor again, holding onto the small bar that was set up next to me.

"(y/n), please be careful, don't push yourself, why don't we take a break for lunch, something to give you sometime to recollect yourself before we continue." I pushed myself up off of the ground, struggling to regain my balance.

"N-No, I'm fine, I want to keep going. I swear I'm not overdoing it, we'll stop for lunch in a bit, I still have some energy left, I want to spend all of it." I say, with one goal in my mind, to get to the other side of this damn room.

"Oh, uh, alright, we can keep going for a little while longer, but as soon as you're tired, you have to stop, promise?" Mrs. Oshiro said with a stern motherly tone.

"Yeah, yeah, I promise." I began to force myself to move forward again, even if it caused me pain to hold myself up, fighting the earth's pull on me.

You can do it, you can fight, you have to, make it, on stage, again. Make the most of the little life you have left, grab on and don't. Let. go.

Once I had finished my inner pep talk, I had realized that I had nearly made it to the end of the therapy room.

A small smirk of victory rose to me lips, but soon faded as I hit the ground again. I clenched my fists and glared down at the ground.

"This isn't fair." I mumbled to myself, so Mrs. Oshiro couldn't hear, luckily, she didn't.

"Come on (y/n), let's go eat before I end up having to force food down your throat." She smiled at me and helped me to a wheelchair as I laughed at her comment.

-Time skip-

"Kouseiii!!" I called out to him as he waited in the lobby of the hospital.

"Hey (y/n), how have you been doing?" Kousei asked with a highly forced smile, but he did it through the kindness of his heart and consideration for my feelings.

"Doing better actually, the therapy and medication has been helping me a lot, I'll be able to start practicing for the finals pretty soon, but they are still going to keep me at the hospital during the most of the day. At most three times a week, or at least that is what I've been hearing." I ended my statement with a super cheesy closed eye smile

"Heh, great, come on, let's head to the roof, that is where we are going right?" Kousei asked me, tilting his head slightly.

"Yep, let's head up there now, I'm starving." I say, making my way to the elevator.

And yes, they are letting me eat out on the roof today, a little because there is someone I trust deeply that is watching over me, but mostly because I kept pestering them to utter insanity until they agreed.

Once me and Kousei reached the roof, I moved from my wheelchair and onto a bench, with Kousei's help of course, and took the small lunch box, I had been given from my nurse, from him.

"Thanks." I said briskly, opening my lunch to start eating immediately.

"No problem, say, you never did tell me what piece we were going to play. You did say we were going to change it right?" Kousei asked with a thick amount of curiosity.

"Uh, that's the thing, I kind of decided to do something a bit...... different. If you're okay with it that is."

"What did you plan on?" Kousei said, sounding almost afraid.

"-"

"ARE YOU INSANE!?!?!?" Kousei yelled at the top of his lungs. I quickly threw a hand over his mouth, signaling him to shut up, which he understood, showing me by nodding.

"Well you see.... This may be the very last time I play on stage Kousei, I want to make it special, memorable. I'm sorry, if you don't want to do it, that's fine we won't, but I thought I'd suggest it, you know?" I said, holding back the flood of emotion, trying to break past my walls.

Kousei brought me into a hug and I could feel his smile through it. "You know I would anything for you in a heartbeat, no matter what it is."

I pull away and put my hand down on his shoulders and forced up a reassuring and devious smile/smirk.

"Well then, I supposed it's settled then. We shall wow the audience with the surprise of their lives, what do you say?" I pull my other hand out, waiting for him to shake it in agreement.

He shook my hand with a precise and strong grip. "Sold."

I laughed at the comment, trying to lighten the mood after the whole 'may be my last performance' thing.

I looked past Kousei, towards his bag to see a small blue instrument poking out of the top.

"Hey, what's that poking out of your bag?" I questioned him, leaning to my right to look at the bag.

"Oh, uh, yeah, I kind of picked up the melodica, thought I try it out." He said, rubbing the nape of his neck out of embarrassment.

"Oh, cool, do you mind if I play it?" I asked holding out my hands.

"Not at all, here." Kousei pulled the melodica and placed it upon my open palms.

I contemplated what song I should play and remembered a song my father had taught me the lyrics to years ago.

(I couldn't find a version on the melodica ;-;)

"Wow, that, was really heartfelt, (y/n), great job." Kousei said, offering a small closed mouth smile.

"Thanks, that song has a lot of meaning behind it, but I'd rather not talk about it."

"Yeah, I have a feeling you've already mentioned enough of your past."

"Kousei.."

"Yeah?"

"Thank you."

"For what?"

"Everything...I don't know what I would do if you hadn't come into my life. In all honestly, I probably would have killed myself." I said with a sad smile.

I was quickly engulfed into an embrace, one that was full of care and love.

"(y/n)....."

"Yes?"

I didn't get your average response, instead I was brought into an unexpected kiss. It was probably the most passionate one we've ever had.  Our lips moved in sync and I smiled and he pulled away, I could tell he was running out of breath.

"I love you, so much."