Call Out My Name

Girl, Why Can't You Wait

  Uzui takes a step back, his blood running cold. He hears Zenitsu getting humiliated and tossed around like a ragdoll. His whimpers, sobs, and pleas for help are becoming unbearable. He wants to put a stop to this so badly, but it's not like he can do anything.

  A pair of footsteps can be heard approaching. Uzui turns his head, and Nezuko frowns but steps forward anyway. Uzui furrows his eyebrows, a worried expression forming on his face. She doesn't seem phased, exactly, more so just distraught.

    "Is Jigorou-sama... beating him again?"

    "Again?..." Nezuko flinches when a loud thud is followed by more yelling.

    "Yes, he hasn't been beaten for quite some time, though." She points her gaze downward, her eyes pooling with tears.
    "I'm normally the one who takes care of him afterward." Uzui clenches his fists, biting his bottom lip.
"Zenitsu-kun is a strong person, but-but-" She chokes, " He can only take so much," Uzui notes the tears sliding down her cheeks and her voice hiccupping.
    "I can't help but wonder what'll happen when Jigorou-sama goes too far..."

    "Get out! Don't speak to me until I approach you! Got it?!" Zenitsu only sobs, wiping the blood from his face. Jigorou grabs a fistful of his hair, yanking his head back to face him.
"Got it?!" Zenitsu nods. He barely manages to stand, his legs shaking as he shuffles out the door. He notices Nezuko and Uzui standing there with pale faces. Uzui scoops him up, looking at Nezuko.

    "Where should I take him?" Nezuko rubs her eyes.

    "Just... follow me, please." Uzui nods his head, looking down at the boy in his arms. He's shaking and crying, leaning onto his chest. Blood smears and stains both their clothes. Zenitsu has his eyes closed, too scared to open them.

Nezuko opens the door to the infirmary.

    "Set him here, please." She points at a bed and a table of medical supplies next to it. He sets Zenitsu down, sitting him upright.

Zenitsu blinks up at him, his tears starting to dry out. Uzui doesn't know exactly what to say. How can he comfort him in any way? He'll just leave it to Nezuko.

    "Zenitsu-kun," Zenitsu looks at her. "This is going to sting, okay?" Her voice shakes as she carefully wipes the dried blood off his forehead. Zenitsu only sits there patiently, not saying a single word. He glances at Uzui, making eye contact. Uzui breaks it off.

    "Uzui-san," he mutters, motioning him over. Uzui slowly trudges over, his hands turning clammy.
    "I, um." His face flushes. "I never thanked you for saving me..." Uzui tilts his head.

    "Which time?" He asks, being completely honest. Zenitsu laughs, flinching when Nezuko taps the cut-open skin on his cheekbone.

    "When you got shot because I snuck out..." Uzui parted his lips. "Can you come closer for a second?" Uzui pauses. He comes closer, and Zenitsu motions him down. He kisses his cheek, his lips soft against his skin. He could feel his lips trembling against his cheek. Zenitsu bites his bottom lip as he retreats.

    "That's the second time he's kissed me..." Uzui thinks to himself. He doesn't even note the slight blush covering his face.

  Zenitsu turns his attention to Nezuko next. She has a jealous look on her face. He leans forward and kisses her cheek too. Her eyes go wide, and she touches the spot; her face turns red. Zenitsu blushes and sits quietly as Nezuko finishes patching him up.

    "Zenitsu-kun," Nezuko whispers. "Why do you let him hurt you?" Zenitsu's eyes go wide, baffled by the direct question.
"I mean, what if he goes too far and hurts you so bad that—" Her words fail her as she starts to sob.