{Kirishima PoV}
Kirishima had locked himself in his room, barely spoken to anyone, not even Deku. Bakugo seemed different too, angrier, if possible. He glared at anyone within a five door radius, and everyone avoided him. Kirishima even started skipping classes, and stopped eating. Everyone tried talking to him, asking him what was wrong. He merely shook his head. He made excuses that he was only tired. Eventually they stopped asking. One afternoon, he felt particularly trapped, and went up to the roof. He found Deku up there, not really to his surprise.
"Kirishima!" He seemed... genuinely happy to see him?
"...h-hey..." his throat burned from misuse.
"Are you ok...? Well obviously not..." Deku trailed off, scratching at an oddly shaped...burn?
"Deku... What's... that?" He whispered, catching his hand to stop him.
"Oh! It's nothing! Heh... just... got clumsy with the stove..."
"That looks like a handprint... who..?" He glanced up at Deku's dull green eyes, seeing a flash of fear swimming in them.
"Who's hurting you Deku?" He whispered, gripping his hands gently.
"I...I... why do you care?" He pulled away, wrapping his arms around himself.
"Because, you're my...friend!" He ignored the rush of protest, that they were so much more, at least in his mind.
He thought he saw an echo of his protest in Deku's features, but it was probably his imagination.
"...it's... I can't tell you... I'm sorry Kirishima..." his gaze dropped.
"...Deku..." he took his hand again. They sat there for almost an hour, neither sure what to do, and both wanting to stay but knowing they shouldn't. Deku eventually fell asleep on Kirishima's shoulder, and he watched his features, unable to deny the fact that he had certain feelings for him any longer.
"I love you..." he whispered, because he was unable to say it when Deku was awake.
Coward. You're afraid...
Sorry Kirishima. It's for the plot ok!
