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for future reference, when kirishima is talking, 

it looks like this

and when bakugou is talking, 

it looks like this.

the 16th time this month.  kirishima had enough of it.

kirishima was quite a heavy sleeper, which he believed he got from his own quirk. his quirk made him feel safe, but he was always on guard. but, he never tells anyone that he is a very jumpy guy. 

kirishima laid down, closing his eyes, about to fall asleep. all of a sudden, there was a loud explosion, followed by a bang, and a yelp. kirishima opened his eyes, rubbing his back. he must have fallen out of bed, but what was the explosion? where did it come from? he looked around in the dark, his eyes had already adjusted so now he could see shapes. maybe it was bakugou, was he practicing? kirishima got back up and looked at the clock. 

2:48 AM 

now, that was very strange. bakugou slept at 8. what would he be doing up? kirishima began to hear a string of curses through the wall. he was interested now. he got up, putting on some sweatpants and a shirt before heading over to bakugous dorm room. he quietly closed his door behind himself, locking it with his key that he conveniently had in his sweats. he took about 7 steps, and he was at the others dorm room. he frowned as he heard another string of curses when he knocked. 

"uhm, dude? are you alright? i heard a-"

"shut up shitty hair, i'm trying to sleep. go back to bed, asshat."

kirishima sighed in relief at this. maybe bakugou was just training? that wasn't very likely, but he believed whatever he could get at. he returned to his room, locking the door and taking everything off other then his boxers, flopping into bed again. he stayed awake for a bit, before finally entering the darkness and falling asleep. 

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the next day at school, he was drained, but he plastered a huge smile across his face, acting normal. bakugou on the other hand? he looked like a complete mess. he had huge eyebags, they were grey, and looked moist. he took naps during breaks, and he didnt swear once that day. he honestly looked like a mess.

now kirishima was invested. 

he stayed up that night, till around 3:34 AM. he began to fall asleep, but then he heard it. an explosion, followed by a string of curses. kirishima sat up immediately. he already had sweatpants on, a red t-shirt, and he was now putting on slippers. it was the middle of november, and all the windows were open, you couldn't blame him. kirishima opened his door, closed it, locked it, and took those 7 familiar steps that he had taken the other night again. he knocked, no response. 

"bakubro, are you okay? i heard the explosions again." he frowned.

he finally heard the door being unlocked, opening it to reveal a clearly exhausted blonde.

"go back to bed. its nothing."

nothing his ass. kirishima opened the door all the way, letting himself in. "i'm not leaving till you tell me whats wrong."  he explained, sitting down at bakugou's desk. bakugou couldn't fight him, he knew that. the blonde closed the door, walking over to his bed and sitting down. 

"kirishima, for fucksakes, go back to bed."  did he just use kirishimas real name? now kirishima was worried. "how long?" "how long what, fucktard?" "how long has it been since you slept a whole night?" 

"fuck, i dunno. a week or two? just go back to your room. i have a sleep schedule to catch up on." "bakugou-"  

"please. im tired. let me go to bed." 

kirishima nodded. if bakugou wasn't worried, why should he be? he stood up. "okay. but if i hear it again, im not leaving till you tell me what the hell is going on." 

"tomorrow."

"what?"

"i'll talk then. get your futon."