Haikyuu: Nah, I'd Adapt!

Seeing the doctor and nurses, everyone in the room made way for them.

"Doctor... if you don't mind..."

"Thank you."

Ichiro greeted the doctor with a firm handshake and offered him the seat he had been using. Tsuna watched silently as the doctor looked him up and down, his gaze curious.

"You're quite odd..." the doctor muttered before quickly correcting himself, "Or should I say incredibly lucky."

"I was lucky to survive that, indeed," Tsuna replied calmly.

After all, he had been one step away from a literal isekai experience by Truck-kun yesterday. He truly felt like an incredibly lucky person.

"It seems your mental health won't be a problem," the doctor remarked with a small smile.

Most people would find such an experience traumatic, but Tsuna appeared to be handling it well. The doctor continued, "The fact that you're sitting here with mostly minor injuries is nothing short of a miracle."

Hearing that, Ichiro mumbled under his breath, "...You call this minor?"

Everyone caught his words, but everyone in the room chose to ignore them, keeping their attention on the doctor.

"Let's start with the most important part—your right hand," the doctor said. "You've fractured the scaphoid bone in your wrist. It's a small bone at the base of the thumb, but unfortunately, it's tricky because it doesn't get as much blood flow as other bones. That makes healing a bit... complicated."

"..."

Everyone was quiet until Daichi hesitantly asked, "Doctor, if you don't mind me asking, how long does it take to heal?"

"Well, a few weeks definitely won't cut it," the doctor said, deep in thought. "The fracture is displaced, meaning the pieces of the bone aren't lined up as they should be."

The doctor turned to Tsuna and explained, "In case you didn't notice, since we put you under anesthesia, we performed surgery last night to fix the bone. We used screws to hold it together, quite literally. So..."

Lightly tapping Tsuna's mummified right hand, the doctor chuckled. "You'll need to wear that cast for at least three months to let the bone heal."

"Three months?!"

Everyone exclaimed in shock, while Ichiro simply felt relieved that Tsuna's hand was still able to heal.

The others, however, were deeply concerned since this meant Tsuna wouldn't be able to play at all during the tournament.

"I see," Tsuna frowned. But thinking about it again, it wasn't as long as he had feared. He turned to the doctor and asked, "So, after that, I'm good, right?"

The doctor shrugged and replied, "Not quite..."

"...?"

"Once the cast comes off, you'll need several months of rehabilitation—physical therapy to restore strength, movement, and grip. Full recovery could take up to a year."

"A year?!"

"Does that mean Tsuna won't be able to play with us for Nationals either?"

"Shit, that's going to be tough."

"He can't play volleyball for a whole year..."

"..."

Tsuna fell silent at the revelation, and the heavy atmosphere in the room deepened. No one knew what to say.

Quite honestly, he was glad to be alive.

But somehow...

'You must be kidding me...' Tsuna thought, 'Pity? Me? They're pitying me?'

...seeing those gazes of pity his teammates sent his way pricked him in the wrong way as he silently clenched his teeth.

He had been there to connect with Shimizu in the first place. He had already achieved that, and not playing volleyball was fine.

Tsuna had enjoyed the last game, which was on a completely different level of fun, but...

"Tsuna..."

"...Damn it."

They all seemed to grit their teeth while looking at him, as if he were a disabled person. When he looked at Shimizu, her worried gaze made him want to grit his teeth in frustration.

'You too...?'

Although he was technically disabled at the moment, he couldn't understand why their gazes annoyed him so much.

Why?

Why are their looks so irritating?

'Damn it all...'

It was unlike him to feel this way. And Tsuna couldn't understand why.

Meanwhile, the doctor raised his eyebrows, observing the shift in Tsuna's expression.

Hearing everyone in Karasuno murmuring about volleyball, the doctor seemed to have reminded by something as he turned to them before looking back at Tsuna and asking, "Ah, are you all by chance from Karasuno?"

The doctor's question snapped Tsuna back to reality. Although the complex feelings inside him hadn't disappeared, he tried to ignore them for now.

"...You know us?"

"Hahaha, not really. But I used to teach there back when Karasuno was owning the nationals, so I kind of know the club pretty well."

Ichiro raised his eyebrows. "But aren't you a doctor?"

"Well, I used to do a little bit of everything, you see..." The doctor scratched his head awkwardly as he continued, "I did some teaching, singing, driving, a few other things—and then, yeah, I became a doctor too."

"...What?" Ichiro was flabbergasted. "Who the hell are you?"

"Well, I suppose it's time to introduce myself. Name's Junichi Shinz..." Junichi laughed. "Ahaha, I'm sure if you asked a few neighborhood ladies around town, you'd hear about me."

"...?"

Both father and son exchanged looks, silently wondering just who this guy was—a man who seemed to have done everything.

"Ahem!"

Junichi suddenly cleared his throat, gathering everyone's attention. "I understand this isn't easy to hear, but the scaphoid is vital for wrist movement and stability. If you rush or neglect rehab, you risk permanent stiffness—or even arthritis—later in life."

"And since you're playing volleyball, it would be wise to stop because..." Sensing the room grow even colder, Junichi sighed and added, "...it might take a year for you to use your arm normally. But for a stressful activity like sports, it will definitely take at least two years to heal enough."

"...."

This time, everyone was completely stunned. They had thought Tsuna would be unavailable for a year, but his entire high school life? That was far beyond their expectations.

They couldn't even form a proper response. Their mouths opened and closed hesitantly as they looked at Tsuna, who clenched his left hand tightly.

"You're young—taking the time now ensures your hand works perfectly for decades to come," the doctor said, his voice steady as he stayed in his seat.

Tsuna might not have realized it, but the gleam in his eyes had completely dimmed as he weakly asked, "...Since you're still here, that means there's more?"

"You picked up on that? Impressive..." Junichi seemed a little surprised as he nodded. "Right, that was the major issue. The rest of your injuries are minor. I do mean minor—just some bruises, scrapes, and a mild sprain in your left ankle. Nothing serious. Even your head injury wasn't severe—no signs of a concussion beyond a little dizziness."

"..."

Ichiro couldn't help but feel completely helpless, a feeling that reminded him of when he lost the company in the blink of an eye. Back then, he was utterly powerless.

Now, he felt the same way.

"Once the initial pain subsides and you're comfortable, you can start using your left hand for lighter tasks. As for your right hand... give it time."

Junichi stood up and spoke as he left with the nurses. "We'll monitor your progress, and I promise we'll get you back to your passions—just not overnight."

It must have been uncomfortable for Junichi to stay, feeling the heavy atmosphere spreading in the room like a plague.

"Fuck..."

Tsuna cursed softly. But everyone heard it since there was nothing but silence.

His voice seemed to reverberate through the room as he leaned back on his bed, which now felt cold, piercing through his chest like an ache in his heart.

Ichiro motioned for the others to give Tsuna some space. They all looked at him with pity, unable to hide their sympathy, and quietly left the room.

Shimizu lingered by the door, biting her lip before walking out with the rest.

"Son..."

Once everyone was gone, Ichiro let out a heavy sigh at his son's misfortune and sat down. He didn't know exactly what his son was feeling, but it must have been frustrating to go through this.

'I don't know what he want to do in life…'

Tsuna had always told him he'd just do what was fun. Ichiro didn't know what exactly that was, but seeing his son smile so much lately, he knew Tsuna enjoyed what he was doing.

"You should already know this, but you are gifted, Tsuna," Ichiro began. "I always remember how bored you were, picking up things faster than everyone else."

Knowing his son was a genius was satisfying. But it come with a cost.

He recalled the time when Tsuna got bored because he understood everything too quickly and decided to finish the whole curriculum by himself back in middle school. The teachers always praised him and suggested he skip grades, which Ichiro always rejected.

Ichiro didn't want Tsuna to be around people much older than him—it would have made socializing harder.

"Sometimes I was afraid..." He sighed. "Because you are so gifted, I know you're favored by God."

"...Wouldn't that be a good thing?"

"Yes, it is such a blessing. But do you think that's all there is to it?"

"...?"

Ichiro saw his son look at him with confusion. He glanced out the window before continuing, "When you're favored by God, you're also favored by the Devil..."

"..."

Tsuna paused as he went quiet for a while before he softly asked, "Are you saying this is all the Devil's work?"

"...No, it was definitely God's."

"..."

"And this is where the Devil is going to whisper something in your ears..."

Ichiro looked at his son with a complex expression.

Tsuna might not have realized it himself, but Ichiro was convinced that seeing his son smiling often these days meant Tsuna had found something that made him feel alive.

That might be why, as Ichiro looked into Tsuna's eyes, he noticed those dim pupils slowly starting to spark with rage.

His son must be feeling confused right now.

That was why Ichiro asked, "Now... what will you choose? Will you stop?"

"...!"

'Stop? Me...?'

Tsuna felt a jolt through his whole being as his face twisted in anger.

Those uncomfortable feelings he had been ignoring suddenly gushed out of him, filling him with fury. He slowly understood why he was feeling that way. Those pitying gaze...

...those were something that couldn't be directed at him!

"God... Devil..."

Clenching his left hand tightly, Tsuna felt his eyes grow wet as he stared at his trembling hand.

His dimmed eyes suddenly gleamed with determination as he growled, "Fuck them all..."

Nah, I'd adapt.

Ichiro couldn't help but let out a small smile at his son's words.

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Sorry, this was supposedly two chaps.

I realized after I was about to post them that I had a bit too much fun writing them and kinda dragged it out a little bit. 

I don't know what happened to me but it must be because I had a guest star in this chapter.

He was a flexible guy that I grew up watching.

A very talented one who could be anything.

I used to think I'd like to grow up just like him and be able to have that many experiences every single day. But I just realized it was not for the normies like me.

Long story short, I trimmed out the unnecessary stuff and compiled them into one so I could quicken the time skip in the next chap.