Do It For Him

Something Entirely New

"So, Zenitsu-kun, how are you?" Zenitsu sits cross-legged on a chair in front of Tamayo. She smiles kindly at him, making his face flush.

"Um, better I guess..." Tamayo frowns, knowing that he's clearly not doing better.

"I'll just be forward with you," she says, "how often do you think highly of yourself?" Zenitsu blinks a few times. He looks down and furrows his eyebrows.

"I-I don't think I ever have..." He admits, eyes already filling with tears.

"Zenitsu-kun," she starts, getting up to grab something, a notebook. "I want you to start keeping a journal, as strange as that sounds." She hands it to him, it's plain white, nothing that suggests it's a journal. "Every time you think about yourself, good or bad, I want you to write it down, get it?" She simpered, eyes twinkling.

"Okay, I'll try."

"Now, tell me about something that's troubling you," she says, making Zenitsu hug his knees to his chest.

"If I talk about it, I'll cry..."

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Zenitsu stares at the notebook in front of him. It's been a few weeks since Zenitsu talked to Tamayo about the notebook. He hasn't written anything. But after talking to her about all the things that worry him or stress him out, he feels so much better. He feels himself enjoying things a lot more, especially life. He doesn't remember the last time he felt so reassured, or even relieved.

Chuntaro rests on his head. He yawns and stretches. His head goes to the thought of Uzui. His face flushes when he remembers what Uzui had said to that man with lots of scars a few weeks ago.

"Me and my wife are leaving now, chao." Zenitsu slaps his cheeks and shakes his head back and forth, face red as an apple.

"So cliché!" He thinks. "It's like something in a girls manga! But probably not in such a scary situation." He puts his face in his hands, taking in deep breaths. He needs another hobby, a real hobby besides thinking about Uzui all the time.

He wonders what he should do. Tamayo says he should try new hobbies, take his mind off of things. He lets out a deep exhale and gets up, heading for the door.

As he saunters down the hallway, it's strangely empty. It's quiet, it kind of scares him. He wonders if he can get a guitar anywhere. He used to play it when he was younger, and he was told he was good at it. He wanders around, looking in random rooms, some of them have people in them. He gets scared when they look at him, but only a few of them do. He notices that people are too consumed in themselves to even care if he's there. He wishes he could at least think of himself. He knows it's easy, but it's not like he can suddenly have all the confidence and self-love he needs, no, he longs for it to be that simple.

Zenitsu groans and heads back to his room. He bumps into someone. He yelps and stumbles backwards. He looks up and Uzui is smiling down at him. His face flushes and he looks down. Uzui, for some reason, is wearing something exceptionally attractive. A white dress-shirt, the sleeves rolled up. A nice watch and a black belt matched with nice dress-pants.

"What are you doing here?" Uzui asks, crossing his arms. He's smirking, making Zenitsu's heart pound.

"I-I was looking for something to do... I was bored..." He says sheepishly. Uzui grins and leans down, tilting his head.

"We could do something fun." He suggests, eyes turning prurient. Zenitsu's face turns a shade he doesn't want it to turn.

"Sh-Shut up!" Zenitsu turns on his heel and starts to walk away. He hears Uzui laugh.