Do It For Him

When you Live for Someone, You're Prepared to Die

Zenitsu sits on his knees, heaving with a bloody nose. Uzui rubs his neck again, scowling. Zenitsu wipes his nose, getting blood everywhere. He makes a disappointing grunt. He looks at Uzui who's sweating and trying to clean the bite wound.

    "Okay, get your ass up. We'll do one more thing for today." Zenitsu groans with the same amount of exaggeration of a moody cat.  Uzui rolls his eyes.

    "B-but my knuckles hurt..." Zenitsu's been learning to punch and do other things that involve fighting with his bare fists. Uzui crouches down to him. His knuckles were bruised and slightly blistered. Zenitsu winces when he touches it.

    "I'll bandage you up real quick." Uzui lets go of his hand, gets some bandages and rubbing alcohol. He sits cross-legged in front of Zenitsu and started cleaning it.

    "Ow! That hurts!" Zenitsu tried to yank his hand back, but Uzui held it firm.

    "Shut up."

    "T-that's mean! Stupid old man."

    "First of all, no I'm not mean. Second of all, I'm 23 thank you very much." Zenitsu blinked.

    "You're young to be a mob boss, aren't you?"

    "It's a family runned thing, I dunno."

    "Runned isn't a word."

    "Just be quiet for five minutes, damn it." Zenitsu snickered.

Zenitsu watched as Uzui carefully cleaned and wrapped up his hand. Now that he thought about it, he bandaged his knee not too long ago. He could clearly do this himself, and Uzui probably knows that. He wonders why he's letting Uzui touch him. Being coddled feels nice he guesses. Being taken care of is something that he hasn't received in a long time.

    "There, now get up. We'll try something else. Running, how's that sound." Zenitsu raised his eyebrow.

    "That's better than using my already ABUSED fists, old man." Uzui rolled his eyes so far back, Zenitsu got concerned.

    "I was in track before I came here. So I guess it's fine."

    "You'll be trying to catch me." Zenitsu scoffed at the idea.

    "Like a game of tag? Are you a child?" Uzui smiled.

    "Welp, lets go." Uzui took off, already half way across the room. Zenitsu stood frozen for a minute to comprehend what just happened.

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    "One question, Zenitsu-kun." Zenitsu looked at him with glassy eyes.

    "What."

    "Why do you bite me so much?" By now, Uzui had three bite marks. One on his forearm, another on his neck, and one more on his collarbone.

    "I-it's just a habit Oji-san taught me."

    "Jigoro taught you to bite people?" Uzui scoffed. Zenitsu got up, legs wobbly. He started to fall again when Uzui grabbed onto his waist. Zenitsu felt blood fill his cheeks.

    "U-um... well, I wasn't good at other fighting styles, so he told me to fight back in any way I could. And biting became just a habit." Zenitsu looked at Uzui. His lips curved into a smile. He scooped him up. His arm supporting his legs and his other supporting his back.

    "H-HEY! PUT ME DOWN! NOW!" Uzui rolled his eyes. Zenitsu started squirming.

    "Want me to drop you?"