Sunday morning. Oikawa's visitors had just left. It wasn't Bokuto or any of his volleyball friends, no they had been too busy in university and are probably playing for profession teams by now, but instead one of his fan girls from his university days. As much as they irritated Tooru, he was grateful that even after two years they still seemed to care.

Oikawa ran his fingers through his thick hair, he'd miss it so much. Only six days until it goes. He decided he wanted it shaved off before the chemotherapy so he wouldn't have to face clumps of it coming out each day.

His thoughts were interrupted when his door opened wide, the smell of roses invading his nostrils. He turns around and sees nurse Yachi at the door, the bouquet in her grip. She gave him a smile and said, "these were at reception for you. Although they don't say who from," Yachi pouted. She walked over to Tooru and placed them in a vase beside his bed.

Tooru nodded and turned again when a pair of heavier footsteps entered the room. "Good morning, nurse Yachi," the familiar voice spoke and Tooru bolted his head around to face the emerald eyed doctor.

"Good morning, Tooru," he said grinning and walked over to him with a clip board. Nurse Yachi excused herself and Iwaizumi took a seat across from Oikawa.

Oikawa couldn't help but smile at the sight of the doctor and said, "good morning, Iwa-chan . . . so do you have news for me?"

Iwaizumi cleared his throat and says, "well, as I said yesterday, I was looking at your records and I noticed something. Your legs have been deemed 'useless' but I want to try something." Oikawa took note of how Hajime's eyes sparkled as he spoke, "there's a new type of therapy which helps cure paralysis. I believe that we can train your legs to at least feel again, even if you can't walk. Wouldn't that be spectacular?"

Oikawa looked at Hajime star struck, "really? You think I could maybe feel my legs again?"

Iwaizumi nodded, "yes Tooru. But it will take persistence of your half and a lot of hard work. You won't be able to feel straight away and it will take a while so you have to be patient."

Oikawa's eyes lit up and he nodded, "then let's do it!"

Hajime smiled warmly at the patient and noticed the bouquet of roses. He smiled inwardly, holding back a chuckle, before saying, "there's also something else I must tell you. Your chemotherapy has been rescheduled to tomorrow . . . so the plan is, if your willing, to shave your hair today. But it's completely up to you."

Oikawa lowered his head and said, "alright then. But I want one last selfie with it," he stuck out his tongue and pretended to take a selfie.

Hajime chuckled, "of course, Tooru. Anyway, I got you this."

Tooru faced him as Iwaizumi with a puzzled face, "more presents? Iwa-chan, you bought me milk bread yesterday!"

"So? This is practical though," Iwaizumi smirked, handing him something which looked like a cloth.

"A cloth?" Oikawa raised his eyebrows.

Hajime rolled his eyes and tied it over Oikawa's head. The pattern was blue, green and white, Oikawa's favourite colours. It had little astronauts and planets all over it too.

"It's like a turban. To keep your head warm," Hajime smiled fixing his collar and Oikawa's eyes almost filled with tears. This doctor he only met yesterday was worrying more about Oikawa than Oikawa was himself, and was trying to give him a better quality of life.

"Thank you, Iwa-chan," Tooru smiled and sits up further on his bed, leaning over to hug the doctor.

Iwaizumi ruffled Oikawa's hair, "well then, let's go get your hair shaved."

Oikawa pouted, "the selfie though! And will you come in it?"

Hajime nodded removing Oikawa's turban and Oikawa reached over for his phone. He opened up snapchat and takes a selfie with the doctor and captioned it 'away to the barbers!' before saving it posting it to his story.

Oikawa then placed his phone on the side table and tries to sit up properly. He moved his body upward and Hajime helped him into his wheelchair, being careful with his paralysed legs.

He then grabbed the handles and wheeled Hajime down the hallways into a special room.

Around half an hour later, Oikawa was sitting on a barber chair, a man with a small grin and spiked red hair holding a razor behind him.

"Are you ready?" He asked in a cheery voice and Tooru slowly nodded, squeezing his eyes shut.

The buzzing noise filled his ears and the razor tickled the nape of his neck before shaving up the way. He hated to admit it, but it felt empowering to lose his hair and it felt like a sweet release.

A few minutes later the voice called out, "all done!"

Tooru sloppily opened his eyes and faces the mirror. He slowly brushed his hand over his silky skull and slowly smiled. He didn't hate it.

Hajime entered the room and asked, "what do you think?"

"Not as bad as I thought but," Oikawa chuckled at the sight, "I look like an alien."

"You look like," Iwaizumi smiled, tying the cloth around Tooru's pale skin, "a cool alien."

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