Kirishima's POV
A knock on his door woke Kirishima up from a restless sleep. He got up and pulled a shirt on, opening the door. Bakugo? And why was he wet? What time was it? In a split second, there was a pair of arms wrapped around Kirishima's waist, and a head full of wet dirty blond hair shoved into his chest, soaking his shirt, and causing him to shiver at the sudden cold contact. He yelped in surprise, "Bakugo?" There was no response, just a face shoved deeper into his chest.
Kirishima wrapped one arm around the soaked, and shivering figure, pulling him into the room, and closing the door with the other. He led Bakugo over to his bed, and sat him down, prying the strong arms from his body, and practically sprinting to the bathroom to grab a towel. He ran back into the room and draped the towel over bakugo's shoulder and turned his bedside lamp on.
Once his eyes adjusted to the sudden burst of light, he set his gaze on his explosive friend, who was hunched over and shaking uncontrollably. Kirishima walked over to the shivering boy, and crouched down to look Bakugo in the eye, to which Bakugo just looked further away. What had happened? Never mind that, Bakugo needed some dry clothes. Kirishima stood up, and grabbed a pair of sweatpants, boxers and a t-shirt. Turning back to Bakugo, he met the blond's gaze. His eyes were full of pain. What happened? He held out his hand to help Bakugo walk to the bathroom, which, to Kirishima's surprise, Bakugo accepted. Okay, something was wrong. They walked over to the bathroom, and Kirishima gave Bakugo the dry clothes, watching as Bakugo took them, and closed the door.
Kirishima, walked back to his bed and sat down. There was a wet spot where Bakugo sat, it'll dry. after about a minute the bathroom door opened again, and revealed
a red faced Bakugo holding a wad of dripping clothes.
"You can just drape your clothes over the shower curtain rack." Kirishima said, and Bakugo turned around, and did as suggested. Turning back around, he walked to Kirishima's bed, and sat next to Kirishima. His hair was still damp, making it stick to his face, and neck. It was kind of cute.
"Thanks." Bakugo's loud, gravelly voice was replaced with a low, pinched sound. Almost like he's been crying.
"Anytime! I'm always here to help. It wouldn't be very manly of me to just leave a buddy hanging, now would it?" Kirishima looked back down at Bakugo, and noticed the dry shirt wasn't very dry in the chest area.
"No. I mean it. Thank you Kirishima." No shitty hair? Something's going on, and Kirishima needed to find out what.