Sink
Fudou stirred, and froze. His throat tightened, and his lungs screamed, but instinct told him to hold his breath. He was hanging, suspended like a puppet, and it was so, so cold.
He forced his eyes open and shut them almost immediately afterwards. One hand, balled into a fist, reached up to rub at them furiously as his legs worked to gain some altitude and break into fresh air. Not that either of these actions helped. The submarine had gone too far, and taken him along with it.
Some kind of miracle had allowed him to hold his breath for so long. Eventually he couldn't help it. Screaming and kicking, he took a sharp breath.
Seawater rushed into his system. His limbs shook from the cold, but his throat and nose burned like fire. He retched, one, two, three times, naturally unable to tell between what came out and what was around him all over, pushing him down, suffocating him. It took all his energy to look up and endure the sting of the salt, and what was left of him immediately wished he hadn't: the light was fading further and further away.
He'd been stewing in his room after the match when he felt the floor rock, but had assumed it was just the school submerging again. The rush of water and the wailing flood siren soon followed, and by then it was way too late to know that something was wrong. Water rushed into his room in pillars, bursting through the windows, and he'd wrenched his door open in a panic. The current swept him through the corridor and straight into the wall. The next events were a blur, but he'd been lucky that he'd been swept out of the submarine somehow.
Though, apparently, not lucky enough.
Only barely aware of the shape swimming towards him, Fudou closed his eyes.
Notes: These are old oneshots that I previously only posted on my writing tumblr (before I moved to another one). I will be uploading a couple more over the next few days!