♡•comfort part two•♡

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           •mention of panic attacks•

    Tanjiro's Pov:

     I finally found him. But not in the way I was hoping...

     he was all beaten up. Hair messy, tears running down his face, clothes dirty, and a demon trying to hurt him.

      I quickly got my sword out then ran over to them. When I got over there I then realized how Zenitsu looked.

     His eyes were pink from the crying, nose running, his hair in his hands, and dirt all over his face.

It looked like he was going to pass out. I quickly killed the demon that was trying to eat Zenitsu. I made sure it was dead, then ran to Zenitsu to make sure he was alright.

   He was all curled up in a ball, on the floor. He looked so tired. I didn't ask him anything at first, I just brought him back to the house to get him cleaned up.

     Pov:no one

            When Tanjiro and Zenitsu made it back to the house. Tanjiro placed him on the bed in the nurses office so he could get the stuff to treat his wounds.

      He started by cleaning him and then asked him questions.

"What where you doing out there?"Tanjiro questioned quickly.

"...nothing special.."Zenitsu said while looking down.

Tanjiro stopped cleaning to look him.

"Zenitsu... you can tell me anything you know?" Tanjiro told him.

"Yeah I know but- " Zenitsu tried to make an excuse.

"No buts. What happened?" Tanjiro asked.

"..." Zenitsu stayed quiet.

"Zenitsu.. cmon" Tanjiro said.

"I had another panic attack.." Zenitsu admitted.

"Zenitsu! You should have woke me up! I would have helped you!" Tanjiro then tried to hug Zenitsu, but he flinched.

"Zenitsu.. are you ok?" Tanjiro asked.

"Yes?" Zenitsu said.

"I don't by it" Tanjiro said looking at Zenitsu. He tried to make sure Zenitsu knew that he was there to talk if he needed it. Zenitsu looked away and then started to slowly cry.

    He tried to make is so Tanjiro couldn't hear it. Even though he was sitting right in front of him. Tanjiro just sat there. Watching him cry.

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