Underwater (kiribaku/bakushima)

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Bakugou' POV:

"Okay. Just swim to me." I said, arms outstretched and ready for anything.

Kirishima nodded and ducked his head underwater.
I waited a few moments until he came through the surface in front of me. I wrapped my arms around his waist to help him up a little.
He shook his head, wetting my face with his hair.

"That was good, you were faster than last time." I praised.

Kirishima nodded, looking away.

That's strange... he'd usually be really happy about doing that himself.

"Hey, everything alright?" I asked gently, bringing him closer.

He wasn't listening. Completely zoned out.

Shit.

"Hey, Kiri." I mumbled, tapping his nose.

He blinked a few times before looking at me.
"Did you say something?" He asked.

"I asked if you were alright. You haven't said anything all day."

He blinked a few more times.

"Mm. I'm fine. Tired." He mumbled, leaning his head against my bare shoulder.

"You have to sleep more. What were you doing all night?" I asked.

He shrugged, looking down. His hair fell over his eyes.

"Hey...." I whispered calmly, moving the hair out of his face.

I stopped.

There was a giant open wound on his forehead.

"Kirishima? Why didn't you tell me about this?!" I whisper-yelled, trying not to disturb the rest of the people in the pool.

"What?" He mumbled sleepily.

"That." I pointed at his forehead.

"Oh. Uh, dunno." He said calmly.

"Does it need stitches?!" I said a little louder, getting a glare from the lifeguard on duty. "That looks painful. Are you sure-"

"No." He said under his breath. "I'm tired. Can we get out now?"

I thought for a moment. "Sure. But that means an extra long lesson next Monday."

He hummed and I helped him out.

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Kirishima stayed the same all week.

Any answers I could get out of him were minimalistic.

Whenever he came to my house he just wanted to sleep.

Obviously, something was wrong.

"Hey, wake up." I whispered, moving the hair out of his eyes.

"What... time is it?" He asked quietly as he rubbed his eyes.

"It's 1pm." I said, glaring a little.

His eyes widened a bit. "We missed school."

"Whatever. It's Friday. Now tell me what's wrong." I said sternly.

"Wrong?"

"Yeah. You have been acting weird all week. I want to know what's goin' on." I said, tapping his nose.

"I've just been tired lately. I'm sorry." He apologised.

"It's fine. Do you need help sleeping? Take sleeping pills?" I asked curiously, watching him stretch and shake his hair out of his face.