AN: Sorry I have been gone for so long! I focused too much on my other stories and even started a new one, check it out it's called The Black Suit. I'll try to update this more often, but I usually write this when I have time or not too focused on the others. Sorry again! But please enjoy this chapter. I own nothing, and go please support the official release.

Helping

"You know it's not easy." said Izuku as he sat back in a chair.

"What's not easy?" asked Dr. Sean.

"Everything, my life, my job, music, it's all so difficult." explained Izuku.

"I see, what exactly about the job, your music is difficult?" questioned Dr. Sean.

"The hate people send. Youtube comments, online reviews, and critics that don't understand my music." Said Izuku.

Dr. Sean nodded, "I see, how do you want your music to be interpreted?"

"I just want people to know my story, and don't get me wrong, there are a lot of people who love my music and I love them. But all it takes is one person to ruin everything." Said Izuku.

Dr. Sean leaned in, "Let me ask you something Izuku, what is music to you?"

"My life, my everything, with it I would just be some random guy with a f*cked up life." Explained Izuku.

"Since you live for the music, why not write something then. It worked last time, I see no reason why it wouldn't work a second time." Suggested the doctor.

Izuku scoffed, "You know doc, if I continue writing songs, I might not need you anymore."

The doctor smiled, "If that happens then the sessions we've had would all be worth it."

Izuku's Studio

Izuku went into the booth and began to write, making a new song. He didn't know it but he's been at it for hours. Just then there was a knock on the window, startled Izuku looked up to see Kyoka.

"Man, you scared me." Said Izuku as he exited the booth.

"Were you here the entire time?" Questioned Kyoka.

"Ummm yeah? Why, what's up?" Asked Izuku.

"We were supposed to meet up with Momo and the others an hour ago." Said Kyoka.

Izuku rubbed the back of his head, "Yeah..sorry about that. I guess I lost track of time."

Kyoka crossed her arms, "Lost track of time? Or just didn't want to go?"

"Woah, I never said that." Said Izuku, defending himself.

"This isn't the first time this has happened Izuku, you missed Mina's party, the fundraiser, and the album celebration party. It's like every time we hang out with others, you actively avoid it." Said Kyoka.

Izuku sighed, "I just don't like being around people I don't know."

Kyoka sighed, "Look I get that you're going through some stuff and you're working on it. But I just want you to have a life outside of your music."

"But I do have a life, I have you don't I?" Questioned Izuku.

"You do, but still you need to get out there. Anything, heck do some interviews, get in trouble I don't care just do something other than music." Pleaded Kyoka.

"I can't do that." Said Izuku. "Music is everything to me, just like you are to me. If you take it away, then you take away a part of me."

"Izuku…" reaching out Kyoka placed a hand on Izuku's cheek. "Alright, then why don't I help you with this song."

Izuku's eyes lit up, "Really? You'd do that?"

Kyoka nodded, "Of course! You get to writing and I'll make a beat."

"I don't deserve a woman like you." said Izuku with a smile.

Kyoka blushed, "S-Shut up and get to writing."

NF-Therapy Session

[Verse 1]

Yeah, I got off stage like a month ago

I was talking to fans

And one of 'em pulled me aside and said

"We never met, but I swear that you know who I am

I've been through a lot

I don't know how to express it to people, don't think that I can

But I got that Mansion CD on rotation

That's real for me, Nate, you do not understand"

It's crazy for me

Kids hit me up, say they slittin' they wrists on the daily

This music is more than you think

Don't book me for just entertainment, it's entertainin'

Hearin' these parents, they telling their kids

My music is violent—you gotta be kidding me

I guess that your definition of violence and mine

Is something that we look at differently

How do you picture me, huh?

Want me to smile, you want me to laugh?

You want me to walk on the stage with a smile on my face

When I'm mad and put on a mask? For real though

I mean, what you expect from me?

I'm tryna do this respectfully

They say that life is a race

I knew my problems would prolly catch up eventually

I do my best to be calm

How you gon' write me and tell me you'd slaughter my family?

That's just a glimpse to the stuff that gets sent to me

These are the parts of my life they don't never see, woo!

I am aware, it's aggressive

I am not here for acceptance

I don't know what you expected

But what you expect when you walk in a therapy session, huh?

[Chorus]

Therapy, therapy session

Therapy, therapy session

[Verse 2]

This girl at the show looked me in the face

And told me her life's full of drama (Yeah!)

Said her dad is abusive

Apparently, he likes to beat on her mama

I got so angry inside

I wanted to tell her to give me his number

But what you gon' do with it, right?

You gon' hit him up then he'll start hittin' her harder, that's real

These kids, they come to my shows

With tears in they eyes

'Magine someone looking at you

And sayin' your music's the reason that they are alive

Sometimes I don't know how to handle it

This type of life isn't glamorous

This ain't an act for the cameras (Nah!)

You see me walk on these stages

But have no idea what I'm dealing with after it, nah!

I put it all in the open

This is the way that I cope with all my emotion

I'm taking pictures with thousands of people

But honestly, I feel like nobody knows me

I'm tryin' to deal with depression

I'm tryin' to deal with the pressure

How you gon' tell me my music does not have a message

When I'm lookin' out at this crowd full of people I know I affected? Agh!

I got some things in my life (My life)

I know I should let 'em go (Let 'em go)

Let me jot it down (Jot it down)

Let me take a mental note (Mental note)

I put it all in this microphone (Microphone)

Think about that for a minute

What is the point of this song? I'm just ventin'

But what you expect from a therapy session, huh?

[Chorus]

Therapy, therapy session

Therapy, therapy session

[Verse 3]

What you think about me

—That doesn't worry me

I know I handle some things immaturely

I know that I need to grow in maturity

I ain't gon' walk on these stages, in front of these people

And act like I live my life perfectly

That doesn't work for me

"Christian" is not the definition of what "perfect" means, woo!

I ain't the type to be quiet

I ain't gon' sit here in silence

If I wouldn't say what I say to your face

Then I promise you, I wouldn't say it in private

I am not lyin'

People go off on my page, and I'm tryin' to quit the replyin'

But this is ridiculous

I'm passionate, man, I really mean what I'm writing

You want me to keep it a hundred?

Okay, I'll keep it a hundred

I see a whole lot of talkin' on socials

But honestly, I don't see nothing in public

I kinda love it, yeah

"Why don't you write us some happy raps?

That would be awesome"

"All of your music is moody and dark, Nate"

—Don't get me started (Yeah!)

You wanna know what it's like if you met me in person?

Listen to my verses

This music is not just for people

Who sit in the pews and pray at the churches, nah!

I won't reject it

I don't expect everyone to respect it

I don't expect you to get my perspective

But what you expect from a therapy session?

Huh?

[Outro]

I mean, I think sometimes people—they confuse what I'm doin'

I write about life, I write about things that I'm actually dealing with

Something that I'm actually experiencing

This is real for me

Like, this is something that personally helps me as well

I'm not confused about who gave me the gift

God gave me the gift and He gave me the ability to—to do this

And He also gave me this as an outlet

And that's what music is for me

When I feel something, whether it's anger

Um, it's a passion about something—or frustration

Like, this is where I go

This is—this is—that's the whole "IZ Real Music" thing, man

This is real for me—I need this

This is a therapy for me

A few days had gone by since Kyoka helped Izuku with his song. But today was a bit strange for her, Dr. Sean had actually called her to his office. Arriving Kyoka was ushered into a room where Dr. Sean was waiting for her, "Ah you're here, good."

"Is everything alright doc? Is it Izuku?" asked Kyoka. Dr. Sean smiled when he noticed that she was worried about him.

"Everything is fine, for the most part at least. It's just I wish to ask you for a favor." explained the doctor.

"A favor? What for?" asked Kyoka.

"Well I think I've isolated a major part of Izuku's life that he needs to address. Normally I wouldn't ask an outsider to help with my patient, but considering that you are close and Izuku has signed off on everything I think it's time." said Dr. Sean.

"Time, time for what?" asked Kyoka.

"It's time Izuku addresses his past, his childhood...his mother. And for that I need your help." Kyoka's eyes widened. Izuku rarely talked about his childhood, much less about his mother. The only bits of information she had was through his songs.

Kyoka wanted to say no, she wanted to turn down the doctor, but deep down she knew this was the only way to help Izuku get past or at the very least address it. "What do you need me to do?"

AN: One more song in this album and it's off to the next one. And if you listen to NF, you know what song is coming.