Two (Kirishima P.O.V)

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Kirishima glanced to his blonde friend as they walked back to their dorms after class. Kaminari had been awfully quiet since this morning, which was rare for the electric user. Kirishima sighed and nudged him.

"Dude, you alright?" He asked, his friend jumping slightly.

"Yeah! I'm fine!" Kaminari laughed, throwing his arm around Kirishima's shoulder. The red head frowned a little as he watched the blonde "Class just sucked today"

"Well we didn't have any actual classes" Kirishima shrugged a bit "We had to go over safety procedures and rules. They also addressed the traitor thing" he felt Kaminari tense up slightly

"I still don't think there's a traitor. They'd have been caught by now"

"I don't know dude, from everything that's happened there's got to be one" Kaminari moved away from Kirishima as they talked. He stopped walking and looked to Kirishima.

"What would you do if there is a traitor? What if the traitor really is someone from our class?" Kaminari sounded serious for a moment, which was odd. Kirishima was caught off guard by the questions as he stopped walking as well.

"We'd have to fight them that's for sure. I'd cast aside anything I felt for them, and fight them." Kirishima said lightly "It's not manly to betray your friends."

"That's what I thought you'd say" Kaminari adjusted his bag as he turned, going back to walking. Kirishima frowned as he moved to follow after him.

"What would you do if the traitor turned out to be one of our classmates?" He asked, throwing the same question back at the blonde.

"I don't know" Was all Kaminari said as they arrived back to the dorms. He reached for the doorknob but Kirishima quickly stepped in front of him.

"Dude seriously. What's wrong?" He asked, putting his hand on Kaminari's shoulder. He was shocked when Kaminari slapped his hand away.

"Nothing" Kaminari repeated, reaching through Kirishima's arm to open the door, pushing past him. Kirishima stepped in behind him, shutting the door as he watched the retreating figure of his friend.

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