Demigod by Summer, Hero-in-training by School Year

Emotion Like Crazy

Kiri POV
Luckily the two weeks ended sooner rather than later, and we were allowed out of our dorms and we could hang out as a class. I had managed to get Baylee out of her room a few times and made sure she ate something, but something seems really wrong with her. I don’t know what but she seems off. I don’t think the others have noticed because she isn’t really all that close with too many people in our class. 
“Kirishima are you going to be joining us for the movie in the common room tonight?” Iida asked with a smile snapping me out of my thoughts.
“Oh uh yeah for sure I’m definitely excited about it” I said smiling back.
“What about Baylee? It seems since this whole quarantine business started she has become more and more distant. It really has left a hole in our class and many of us are worried about her.”
“Oh Baylee has probably been tired from keeping up with school, training and all that. Sometimes she pushes herself too hard but it's her determination that I really love about her. Anyways I’ll talk to her and see if I can get her to join us if I can’t don’t feel bad I just don’t want to push her to much it seems like she is going through a tough spot,”
“Alright thank you,” Iida said, walking back over to where Midoryia and Uraraka were hanging out. Come to think of it Baylee had been in her room pretty much the whole time we have been isolated from school. What was wrong? Was something going on? Was she mad at me? If so, what did I do?
Baylee POV
I sat in my dorm room completely dead tired but unable to sleep. My homework was piled up on my desk, unfinished and the pile was getting bigger. I didn’t remember the last time I went out of my room. I had been sitting in my room basically the whole time with no motivation to do anything or even talk with anyone. I felt numb, dark, hopeless, broken, tired, stressed, and so much more but I couldn’t bring myself to even get out of bed to go to the bathroom. Heck I hadn't brushed my hair, teeth, or changed out of my sweatpants in a week. (yeah i know it sounds gross but this is actually how some people feel) A small warm tear ran down my cheek as i hugged my pillow curling up further sinking down in the black hole of emotion i couldn’t get rid of. I needed to distract myself so I put my headphones in and pressed play on a minecraft video watching for what seemed like years before a knock on the door broke me out of my mindless state. I took a deep breath, pushed my blankets off and put on a smile. I opened the door to see kirishima with a concerned yet loving look in his eyes. 
“Can I come in?” he asked in a gentle voice. I stopped masking and stopped fake smiling and slowly nodded. He seemed to notice the change in my expression and sat down on my bed with me giving me a soft warm hug. It felt protective but loving like nothing was ever going to happen while I was here. More tears started to flow out of my eyes as I tightly squeezed him back crying on his shoulder while he rubbed small circles into my back. “Can you tell me what has been going on? I’ve missed you and the class has been asking about you. You haven’t come out to eat, shower, or even fill up a water bottle in days. I want to help you but I need to know what is going on” Kirishima said as I continued to cry. I pulled back from his embrace and shook my head. 
“It’s too painful to talk about, but I can show you how I'm feeling,” I said walking over to my piano. I placed my fingers on the keys and began to play softly and solemnly. (link for the song https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zMvCfm_AjYo) 
As I played I let my emotions flow through my fingers as I played. Tears streamed down my face from the intense emotions I was portraying. I used my music empathy power to convey to Kirishima how I was feeling without saying a word. The music was soft and majestic. It sounded beautiful but it was full of the emotion I was portraying. As I played the final cord I turned around and looked at Kiri. His red eyes weren’t full of joy like they normally were but instead they were full of pain, tears, and sorrow. He wiped his tears and hugged me tightly, close to him engulfing me in one of the kindest hugs I had ever been in. 
“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” he asked kindly not wanting to push me over the limit. 
“Because I was afraid. I was afraid that you would see me as broken, as too sensitive, as not ‘manly’. I was afraid I was going to lose your presence in my already broken and screwed up life,” I said through sobs and my voice was muffled by Kirishima's shirt.