The apartment was quiet.

The city outside had mostly fallen asleep, leaving only the distant hum of occasional cars passing through the empty streets.

Inside his room, Shisui Uchiha was completely passed out on his bed, one arm thrown over his face, his phone lying forgotten on the nightstand.

Then it started vibrating.

Once.

Twice.

Three times.

Shisui groaned quietly, barely awake, blindly reaching across the nightstand until his fingers knocked against the phone. He squinted at the bright screen through half-closed eyes.

Your name.

At 3:02 AM.

He frowned slightly, still foggy with sleep, and answered.

“…You know,” he mumbled hoarsely, voice rough from sleep, “most people text before they—”

A shaky breath cut him off.

For a second he thought the call had glitched.

Then he heard it.

You were crying.

Not quietly either—your breathing was uneven, like you were trying and failing to calm down.

Shisui’s eyes opened immediately.

The sleep vanished from his face.

“Hey,” he said, sitting up quickly. “What happened?”

You tried to speak, but it came out broken.

“I— I’m sorry for calling so late I just—”

“Stop,” he said softly but firmly. “Don’t apologize.”

There was a pause filled with your uneven breathing.

“Did something happen?” he asked again, calmer this time.

You sniffed quietly. “I didn’t know who else to call.”

The words made something tighten in his chest.

He swung his legs off the bed, already reaching for the hoodie hanging off his chair.

“Where are you?”

“At home.”

“Good,” he said immediately. “Stay there.”

You sounded confused. “Shisui, you don’t have to—”

“I’m already grabbing my keys.”

There was a small silence on the line.

“…You’re coming here?”

“Yeah.”

“You don’t even know what happened.”

Shisui shoved his feet into his shoes, grabbing his jacket with one hand while keeping the phone pressed to his ear.

“Doesn’t matter.”

Your breathing hitched again, quieter this time.

“I just—something happened earlier and I can’t stop thinking about it and I feel so stupid for crying about it but—”

“Hey,” he interrupted gently.

His voice softened.

“You’re not stupid.”

Another quiet sniffle.

He paused for a moment, then added more quietly,

“You wouldn’t be crying like this if it didn’t matter.”

You didn’t respond right away.

But he could hear you trying to steady your breathing.

Shisui ran a hand through his messy hair as he stepped out of his apartment.

“You’re alone right now, right?”

“…Yeah.”

“Okay. Good.”

“Good?”

“So no one’s there bothering you,” he clarified.

You let out a small shaky laugh despite everything.

He smiled slightly to himself at the sound.

“Give me fifteen minutes,” he said.

“Shisui…”

Your voice was softer now.

“You really don’t have to come.”

He stopped walking for a second, phone still against his ear.

“You called me at three in the morning while crying,” he said quietly.

“Of course I’m coming.”

Your breathing hitched again.

Then very quietly you asked,

“…You’re not annoyed?”

Shisui let out a quiet breath.

“If you called me at three in the morning just to talk about a random movie,” he said, “then maybe.”

A small pause.

“But you sound like this.”

His voice dropped slightly.

“So no. I’m not annoyed.”

Silence filled the line for a few seconds.

Then you whispered,

“…Okay.”

Shisui started walking again, keys spinning around his finger.

“Good.”

Another quiet pause passed before he added, a little softer now,

“And hey.”

“Yeah?”

“You did the right thing.”

“…By calling you?”

“Yeah.”

He opened his car door.

“Because if something makes you cry this hard…”

His voice carried a quiet seriousness.

“You shouldn’t deal with it alone.”

And somewhere on the other end of the phone, your breathing finally started to calm.