The fog in the clearing was so thick, it made it difficult to see anything. Where was this place? It seemed somewhat familiar…
He began to make out a silhouette in the distance. As Kirishima approached, he began to realize that it was actually two people. They were on the ground and the second person was being clutched in the first's arms. Something was very, very wrong.
Frustrated, Kirishima started to run. Who was that? Why couldn't he see? And then person hunched over spun around and he gasped silently, pinned by fiery red eyes.
Bakugou?
There was a gentle touch on his leg and Kirishima looked down. A small, green rabbit? Its whiskers trembled around a face of freckles, eyes big and wet. It nuzzled against him.
I'm sorry… You'll understand soon enough.
What did that mean? He wanted to yell out and stepped forward once more—but then he felt his foot catch and the next thing he knew, he was on the ground with a face-full of grass.
He looked around in a daze. It was dark out but he could make out a small bird that hopped by his head before taking off, illuminated by the shine of the moon. With sluggish movements, Kirishima rolled himself over. He had somehow also managed to find his way outside.
Had he slept walked? He had been dreaming, but what had happened had already started to wisp away like smoke. He didn't even remember going to sleep.
Confused, he looked down at himself. He was still in his clothes from yesterday. The only difference was that a sheet had been draped around him, though it was tangled with his limbs.
The last thing he remembered was coming home and the whole debacle with trying to get Bakugou to understand how to dye hair. They wouldn't be doing that again anytime soon unless they were prepared to scrub red-stained floors once more. And then after that… He remembered getting really fired up about the day's success with Tsuyu and Ochako. He'd asked the sprites for more prayers sutras to practice. Bakugou had warned him about over-doing it, and then … nothing.
In the end, he really must have passed out. Bakugou must've given him the blanket.
Groaning, Kirishima climbed back on to the deck and made his way down the hall. He turned a corner — and immediately hid behind it again. He peeked.
Bakugou was propped against a wooden beam, staring upwards— his eyes seemed like they were somewhere faraway. So far, Kirishima remained unnoticed.
"What's he doing?" Kirishima wondered. He wasn't really moving or doing anything. He was just gazing off into the distance. It was kind of strange to see Bakugou so zoned out. His face was smooth and free of angry wrinkles. But there was something in his expression that bothered Kirishima. Didn't he look a bit… sad?
"Kirishima, are you alright?" A voice ghosted in his ear.
Kirishima clamped his hands tight around his mouth, resisting a scream, and only after getting his heart rate back in order did he drop his hands and turn to glare at the sprites.
"You guys scared the hell out of me. Don't sneak up on me in the dark." He hissed.
"We noticed you had left your room." Sero said in concern. Mina nodded anxiously.
"Yeah, everything's fine." Kirishima said, but hoped the dark would hide the flush across his face. He figured it wouldn't sound very manly to explain how he'd only woken up after walking straight off the deck and into some bushes. Very uncool. "I'm more worried about Bakugou though. He seems so out of it."
The sprites glanced at each other.
"Don't worry, this isn't too un-normal." Mina said.
"He gets like this every once in a while, on clear nights like this." Sero said. "It's better not to bother him though."
"The last time we tried, Sero got his eyebrows burned off." Mina said. Sero patted his eyebrows, expression sour at the memory.
"On clear nights?" Kirishima asked.
"Yes." Mina said. "You know, they kind of remind me of when Master Izuku took Bakugou in as his familiar."
"Oh? Was Bakugou not always his familiar?" Kirishima said, taken aback. The thought had never crossed his mind.
"Certainly! Before, Bakugou used to be a wild fox. The master and him were, er, friends before, but 500 years ago, Master Todoroki brought him to us because he had gotten really sick. Then Master Izuku healed him and took him in afterwards."
"500 years?!" Kirishima's jaw dropped.
"Yes." Mina said. "He's been here ever since. Even when the master disappeared, he hasn't left the shrine."
That was hard to wrap his mind around.
"Who's Todoroki?" He aked.
"Oh, well Master Todoroki is—"
"Oi, what the fuck are you guys doing?"
The trio froze and slowly turned. Bakugou towered over them. His arms were crossed and a vein pulsed across his forehead.
"Bakugou," Kirishima said. "We were just talking—"
"Yeah, I have fucking ears Hair-for-brains." He barked. "Get your ass back inside, it's cold out and you haven't changed."
It was pretty chilly. If only he could ask him like a normal person, but he was beginning to understand that this was Bakugou-speak for how he cared. Maybe?
"Thanks for this by the way." Kirishima tugged at the sheet draped around his shoulders. Bakugou muttered under his breath as if bashful.
"It's just a shitty blanket. What are you doing outside?"
"Oh, uh, I had a dream and couldn't sleep after that." Kirishima said. "I came out to get some fresh air."
"Idiot." Bakugou shook his head. "What kind of dream was it?"
"Um," Kirishima had to think hard as he tried to grasp it again. "It's hard to remember. I think you were there. It was really foggy and I think I was trying to find you? Also, there was this small green rabbit."
Bakugou grabbed his shoulders and his eyes burned into his, all semblance of calm gone. He could feel his fingers digging in.
"Green rabbit? What was it doing? Did it say anything?" Bakugou demanded. Kirishima sputtered, completely caught off guard by his intensity.
"Woah man, it was just a dream. Why does it matter?" Kirishima said. His brain tried to picture the small strangely-colored creature once more. Only images as foggy as the dream would creep up. "Sorry, I just can't remember. What's wrong Bakugou?"
Bakugou forcefully released him with a growl, almost sending him toppling over. Bakugou's palms were popping with fire and smoking slightly.
"Then what the fuck are you useful for? Just get inside." He snarled and Kirishima felt the hurt sweep through him like he'd been dunked with a bucket of cold water. Clenching his fists, Bakugou whirled around and stomped away.
Kirishima didn't move for a few moments. Bakugou chastising him was nothing new, but he hadn't been so harsh in a while. That wasn't normal. Despite the hurt, he felt worry begin to bubble up.
"Why did it even matter?" He muttered. The sprites floated closer. Kirishima had totally forgotten they were even there.
"Kirishima," Mina said softly. "You misunderstand."
"Master Izuku's animal form is a green rabbit." Sero explained.
"Oh." So, he'd somehow dreamed about Izuku. Was it possible that it had been some kind of message? That's probably what Bakugou thought. No wonder he had gotten so upset all of a sudden.
"Hey guys," Kirishima said to the sprites. "Why don't you go in and try to help him calm down? I'm going to stay out here for a little longer to think."
After they left, Kirishima tugged the blanket around him tighter. He'd hoped that he and Bakugou were on their way up. Today must have been a fluke. Or maybe he could make it up to him if he could just remember that dream.
He could try a dream journal. He'd once heard that it was easier to remember them after doing that for a while, but he was interested in the one right now so maybe not. Or maybe he could walk his was through it. It had started with him wondering around through the fog…
A soft flutter made him look up. A small yellow bird had flown onto the deck and was hopping around, twittering. Kirishima stayed still and it didn't fly away. Huh. Curious, he slowly put out a hand. The bird peered at him for a moment, as if studying him, and then slowly hopped into it. Kirishima could only stare in awe for a few moments— he was holding a bird!
Ever so gently, he raised the hand closer to inspect the small creature as it seemed to inspect him back with equal fervor. Its feathers were a glossy yellow except for a small uneven streak of black above one of its yellow eyes which seemed strangely intelligent.
"You're really cool," Kirishima whispered to it as it tilted its head. He chuckled. "At least you're not going to yell at me right?"
The bird ruffled its feather quickly and poofed up. Kirishima gently pet its head with a single finger and it closed its eyes.
"I'm going to take that as a good sign." Kirishima grinned and feeling more comfortable, readjusted himself while taking care not to shake the bird off.
"Well little buddy, it seems I've gotten myself into a pickle." He sighed, continuing to pet his new friend. "It's not like I'm not remembering on purpose, but I wish Bakugou would actually consider that instead of just blowing up. You know?" He said. The bird pecked his palm, but it didn't hurt.
"And I know I'm not that useful," He mumbled, slumping over. "That's why I was asking to make a garden in the first place. But at least I've got you as my friend now, right?"
The bird stared at him and its eyes seemed to shine for a moment. It pecked him once, twice more and then with a hop it had flown away. Kirishima watched it leave before covering his mouth as he felt a yawn claw its way up his throat.
Any hope of bringing the dream back by now was probably gone anyways. Might as well try to get some sleep… But as he was pulling his arm back, a streak of black caught his eye and made him pause. So tiny he could've missed it, a black scar had appeared on his wrist. It wasn't a cut or a scrape, but a small inky streak of lighting that he didn't remember being there before.
He rubbed at it but it was if it had stained his skin. It tingled a little.
~.~.~.~.~
Either Bakugou had already forgotten last night or he was ignoring the matter all together because he seemed normal the next morning as Kirishima came in to the main room for breakfast.
"Morning," Kirishima yawned.
"What the fuck is that?"
Yup, pretty normal.
"What is wha'?" Kirishima echoed. Bakugou was staring holes into him and even the sprites had floated over to take a look. "Do I have something on my face?"
"No Hair-for brains," Bakugou said and was at his side the next instant, pulling gently at his wrist. Kirishima watched in confusion until Bakugou pointed at the black mark.
"Oh that," Kirishima said. "Yeah, I don't know."
"What the fuck do you mean you don't know?" Bakugou barked. "It damn well wasn't there yesterday. Do you even know what this is?"
"No?" Kirishima arched a brow.
"Kirishima it's a mark of possession!" Mina said in alarm.
"Possession?" Kirishima blinked.
"Did you talk to anyone weird last night?" Bakugou demanded. "Did any kind of spirit approach you?"
"I don't think so?" Kirishima stammered.
"Well whatever it was marked you!" Bakugou growled darkly and his palms grew slightly warm under his skin. Kirishima nervously wondered if Bakugou had ever accidentally set off any explosions and wondered more so if his hand was about to spontaneously combust with how hard Bakugou was glaring at the mark.
"But what does that even mean?" Kirishima protested. "Mark of possession? I don't belong to anyone!"
"Damn right you don't! That's what I'm saying idiot." Bakugou shot back and released his wrist. Kirishima's face felt abruptly warm. With a frustrated huff, he sat back down.
"Eat your damn breakfast." Bakugou said. "And don't leave the house today."
Kirishima had just managed to sit down and take a bite before indignantly raising his head.
"Why not? I was going to plant the garden today!"
"Don't you get it Shitty hair? As a human god, you may have power but you're extremely vulnerable. You were marked right under our noses. I won't let something fucking take you."
"Fine," Kirishima relented. "But I don't want to be cooped up in the house. Besides, I'll literally be five steps away. I won't be far."
"I already said we don't need a damn garden!" Bakugou said.
"It's smart to have and you're just being stubborn." Kirishima shot back.
Bakugou stewed, appearing to bite his tongue several times. Kirishima wasn't going to let the idea go. He wanted to plant a garden and damnit he was going to do it.
"Fucking…" Bakugou sighed, sliding a hand over his face. "Damnit, fine. But these two shrimps are to be with you at all times. And if you see anything weird, yell for me got it? I almost want it dare coming back— it's been a while since I've properly defeated someone." Bakugou's fangs gleamed wickedly as he lit his palm on fire.
Kirishima shivered. For their own sake, he hoped no one would approach him.
"And you little shits are to not take your eyes off him, got it?" Bakugou said to the sprites who looked offended at the notion all together.
"Yes sir!" The sprites were at his side in a second, eyes wide and unblinkingly trained on him.
"Um, maybe a little more space than that?" Kirishima pushed the two away.
Unfortunately, no such luck. For most of the day, the sprites refused to leave his were all insistent that something was going to happen, but what was going to happen if they didn't give him some space soon was that he was going to chuck one across the room.
It wasn't until they were finally outside did the sprites give him some leeway, else they would get hit with a shovel or face full of dirt. And luckily, as the day continued to stretch on, they all seemed to relax when nothing happened. It was just a nice, sunny day.
As Kirishima broke the ground with his shovel, sweat was already beginning to line his forehead. The sting of the exertion on his muscles wasn't unwelcome though. He missed feeling active. At school, he'd been part of a group that maintained a local garden because after they'd harvested, the leftovers were passed around and that meant free food for a couple of days. It had been one of the small things he'd looked forward to doing every day, and since he hadn't actually been to school since coming to the shrine he'd missed the activity. There was something about the hard work of digging up earth and then nurturing it until life sprung up from it that was fulfilling.
He hummed cheerfully and for a while lost himself in the repetitive up and down motion of shoveling. Hours passed in a similar blur and before he knew it, he had softened a sizable portion of the ground. Wiping away the sweat that had plastered on his forehead, Kirishima dropped his shovel and breathed deep.
"Oi Shitty Hair," Bakugou called to him and held out a cup of water which he took gratefully. Only after he had drained the cup did he notice the note in his other hand.
"What's this?" Kirishima asked, taking it.
"It's a request from frog-face for a visit. It was delivered just now." Bakugou rolled his eyes, but Kirishima was grinning as he scanned the letter's contents.
"Apparently Tsuyu's date with Ochako went well even after we left." Kirishima said excitedly. "And she's asking us over for a meal to repay us…" Kirishima looked up from the letter, smiling.
"Want to go?"
"Right now?" Bakugou asked incredulously.
"Yeah! It'll be fun." Kirishima said. "We can ask her about the details."
"I don't fucking care about details."
"Fine, then I'll see you later," Kirishima shrugged and was about to turn and ask for the sprites to deliver his own message when Bakugou grumbled behind him.
"Damnit, I'll go. Don't you dare leave without me Shitty Hair." Bakugou snapped, walking off to retrieve something.
"Really? That's great!" Kirishima smiled. It would've been fine by himself, but it would be more fun with Bakugou. It seemed like he'd really gotten over whatever had made him snap last night, and was back to normal. He turned to the sprites. "You guys hold down the fort while we're gone okay?"
"Of course!" Mina and Sero saluted in unison.
"Cool, I'll just wash up first— Oh shoot, I forgot the shovel hold on." He quickly jogged back to his patch of dirt, but as he reached the spot it wasn't there. That was weird. He was sure he'd dropped it right there.
"Did you guys see where I dropped the shovel?" Kirishima glanced at the sprites.
"Did you take it inside?" Sero suggested.
"No, I don't think so." Kirishima said.
"I'll go check." Sero floated inside.
"Mina will you check around to see if it got buried or hidden somewhere? I'll be right here." Kirishima instructed and they split up to look around. Kirishima walked to the other side of the dirt patch and a little further where the small stream gurgled past. It didn't take him much longer to spot it— only it had somehow landed on the opposite side.
How had it gotten there? Kirishima wondered vaguely, stepping up on a root of a nearby tree to hop over. With a big step, he made it over easily enough and stooped to pick it up.
As he was bent over, there was a light chirping and a yellow bird with a black streak flew by his hand. Kirishima jerked back in surprise and was about to yell out, but paused and stared intently at the bird for a few moments. It stared back at him. One moment, two moments… It didn't do anything except tilt its head.
Shaking his head and laughing to himself a little, Kirishima reached out to pet the bird once more.
"You scared me a little." Kirishima admitted. "Sorry, Bakugou and the sprites got me anxious. You wouldn't hurt me, right little buddy?"
The bird shook itself and Kirishima smiled. But then he blinked and there was a strong whirl of yellow feathers around him. He put up his arms to keep them from blowing into his eyes, but when he lowered them the shovel dropped from his grip in shock. Where the bird had been standing, there was a man. And he was staring right into his face, yellow eyes gleaming mischeviously.
"I wouldn't hurt you. We're friends." The bird-now-man chirped with a grin and Kirishima's mouth hinged open, but he couldn't formulate words.
"Kirishima!"
He heard Bakugou before he saw him and was only able to comprehend Mina's face of panic across the small stream before the man had gripped him around the shoulders, thrusting his hand into the stream. There was a surge of violent energy and the water crackled with electricity, blinding, separating them.
"Hold on," He heard the man say. The last thing he saw was Bakugou's hand attempting to reach across a moment too late before they were surrounded by another flurry of feathers as the breath was forcefully pulled from his body and his body became weightless.
He clawed desperately around him. There was no air. He couldn't breathe; white spots were beginning to form in his vision. Everything was chaos for what seemed like an eternity, but then Kirishima felt solid ground beneath him and the feathers cleared away as abruptly as they'd appeared. He took a couple of heaving gasps, coughing out.
"What the hell just happened?" Kirishima choked out. His head swiveled around in alarm, fixing on the man who had taken him… and was now sprawled out on the ground.
Alarmed, Kirishima rolled the blonde over and suppressed a scream. He was twitching slightly which was scarier than anything. There was nothing short of a dopey expression on his face and he was drooling a little.
"Hey, are you okay?" Kirishima asked carefully, scared to touch the man. But not a couple of seconds passed before something resembling clarity came back to the guy's face and he stopped twitching. He sat up with a groan.
"My bad. I should've warned you about that dude. I'm all good, just discharged a little too much energy." The man said not unkindly. "But I didn't want Bakugou to catch us."
Had he really just been kidnapped by a bird? Kirishima's head was spinning.
"My name's Kaminari Denki." He continued as if nothing was wrong. "I'm a familiar for the Lady Jirou who's the goddess of this shrine."
Peering around, Kirishima noticed that they were indeed in a shrine. Kaminari helped him stand up on shaky legs.
"Sorry again." Kaminari chuckled meekly, scratching his head. "I kind of forgot you were human. I should've thought how my fast travel would have affected you."
"Why did you take me here?" Kirishima said warily. He wasn't getting any ill intentions from this guy. In fact, he seemed super friendly and at ease with the situation. But he had just been kidnapped. This is exactly what Bakugou had warned him about. His heart squeezed thinking about the look of hopelessness he'd seen on his face as he'd vanished.
"Because we're friends Kirishima." Kaminari said with a big grin and eagerly clapped him on the back. "It's been a long time since anybody's been around, so I thought it was time for some company. And you seemed pretty awesome and nice."
"I thought you were just a bird." Kirishima said dumbly.
"I am a bird." Kaminari shrugged. "Technically a bird spirit, but a bird."
"I could figure out that much." Kirishima muttered. They were in a large room, much larger than the one at home. Where their shrine was simple, this one was adorned with elegant décor around the room and there was even lit incense. What was the most eye-catching was the rolled down screen sheet that seemed to split the room. He could make out vague shadows from behind, but nothing else. "Is your goddess behind there?"
"Lady Jirou is resting." Kaminari said. His tone was short, much different to how he'd been speaking but perked right back up. "But be rest assured that she's granted the utmost approval at you're staying. Anyways, let me show you around!"
Kirishima allowed himself to be steered around the shrine without much protest, but his brain was rushing a mile a minute. Where exactly was he? How could he get in contact with Bakugou and tell him where he was? Maybe he could try getting out himself, but then how would he get away from Kaminari long enough?
"And this is the garden!" Kaminari happily announced, leading Kirishima outside for the first time. He didn't know what to make of it at first. His first observation was that it seemed a little… outdated. The shrine's gate was large but seemed warn down and the garden was elegantly displayed and seemed really well kept, but still a little old-fashioned. The centerpiece was a large plum blossom tree wildly flowering in the middle. It was breath-taking, and it was even in full bloom… but there was something off.
"Plum blossoms?" Kirishima said. "But it's summer." Plum blossoms only bloomed at the beginning of spring. He eyed Kaminari strangely.
"This place isn't actually real is it?"
"Well, no." Kaminari admitted after a hesitant pause. "But that's because Lady Jirou loves the plum blossoms so it's important that I keep this one blooming forever."
Great. How was he supposed to escape a place that wasn't real? It's not like they couldn't be nowhere. If he had to hazard a guess, they were probably somewhere in the underworld where a place like this could exist.
"So what do you think? It's awesome right?" Kaminari asked excitedly. Kirishima smiled a little. It was proving hard to remind himself that this guy had taken him here against his will. He was just so nice and chipper.
"It's really nice." Kirishima said earnestly. "I'm sure you're happy here with your goddess. Do you think I can meet her now?"
Kaminari's smile slipped and he turned towards the plum blossom tree.
"Kaminari?" Kirishima said after a moment of silence.
"You can't. You can't see her." Was all he said.
"Okay then." Kirishima sighed. "Then I need you take me home now. Bakugou's probably looking for me." He privately, desperately hoped this was true. Plus, he was suggesting it for Kaminari's sake as much as his. He couldn't help but think about his remark earlier about defeating someone who came after him and what he would possibly do once they were found.
"I can't do that. Plus, that mark means you belong here now." Kaminari said simply pointing to the black mark on his wrist.
"But I didn't have a choice!" Kirishima protested and tried rubbing it off. "Please take it off?"
"No." Kaminari crossed his arms and pouted. "What's wrong with me? Why don't you want to stay here instead?"
"Because you've basically made me your prisoner!" Kirishima said. "Kaminari, I think you're a pretty nice guy so why would you keep me here against my will?"
"I said no." Kaminari gave him a steely look. Kirishima didn't sense any danger from this guy despite what power he'd seen, but something else was wrong here. Something he couldn't quite figure out. But something he was about to.
"Alright then." Kirishima said calmly and stormed back into the shrine. Kaminari trailed after him a moment later. It was only until Kirishima was grasping at the screen sheet did Kaminari start in alarm.
"Hey don't touch that! Don't bother Lady Jirou!" Kaminari screamed, reaching out to stop him but too late.
Kirishima yanked. The screen fell away with a clatter and for a moment there was just echoing silence. A small shrine sat quietly, adorned with a few plum blossoms. A shamisen rested gently against it. It looked perfectly undisturbed for, Kirishima suspected, a long while.
"What's going on?" Kirishima demanded. "Why did you lie about your goddess?"
Kaminari had gone white, drawing back. His eyes were glued to the small shrine he'd previously been hiding. His hands were clenched into fists at the side and for a moment, Kirishima wondered if he was going to be attacked. But when he looked at his eyes, there was only deep pain and sadness.
Kirishima sighed and went to stand beside him.
"Kaminari… who are you? What happened here?"
Kaminari sighed heavily and wandered back outside. Quietly, Kirishima followed until they were both situated on the deck again and waited patiently for Kaminari to start. After a while of watching the plum blossoms fall from the tree, he finally did.
"A long time ago, there was a village of people here and Lady Jirou was born." Kaminari said and smiled fondly, gazing at the tree. "She was an inspiring goddess, one of joy and laughter. More than anything we loved to play the shamisen together and she would keep the villagers safe and answer their prayers.
"But one day, the village was attacked by demons and most of the villagers were slain. Those that were left abandoned it soon after and with no one left to believe in her, she withered away… and vanished." Kaminari's shoulders were shaking slightly, but he sat tall. "But I believe in her, that she'll one day return. It's my duty as her faithful familiar to remain by her side. This place is all I have left of her."
Kirishima didn't have words. The heartbreak was clearly written across the familiar's face. What could be said? It wasn't a puzzle as to why he'd been taken here anymore. He could figure out that much.
Kaminari was lonely. The one he'd cared about had left him… and had not returned. And then Kirishima thought of Bakugou and his dream of the green rabbit. How Bakugou had gripped his shoulders so tightly.
He thought of his father… and his mother. Kirishima's heart squeezed.
"Kaminari… I understand." Kirishima said, gently touching his back. "It sounds like what you had with Lady Jirou was special. But you know… Bakugou's my familiar, and if I knew that he was unhappy because I was gone then I would want him to be free and find happiness for himself. I'm sure your goddess would have wanted you only to be happy."
"Kirishima you're a really cool guy." Kaminari sniffed and Kirishima just then realized that he had started crying.
"Ah dude! Don't cry. That's the opposite of being happy." Kirishima desperately searched his pockets for a tissue, but Kaminari just chuckled wetly.
"It's fine." He said. "You were trying to make me feel better." They were quiet for a few moments.
"Kirishima, I think I would be happy… if you stayed here with me?" Kaminari said hesitantly.
"I can't." Kirishima said firmly. "I have things to do at the shrine. And Bakugou's probably still looking for me. I'm not going to let him be alone again."
Kaminari shook his head, eyes narrowing.
"Why do you even want to go back to that guy? That wild fox is dangerous."
"Hey now," Kirishima protested but Kaminari cut him off, standing up and moving back inside. Kirishima scrambled behind him.
"It'd be much safer if you stayed here with me." Kaminari said and began to rummage around Lady Jirou's shrine.
"Look, I get that he's a little… rough around the edges, but he's never actually hurt us. Don't demonize him!"
"Then you obviously don't know him." Kaminari laughed bitterly.
"And you do?" Kirishima asked defensively.
"Those demons that destroyed Lady Jirou's village… it was his people that did it."
Kaminari's words were like piercing needles of ice. What?
He finished rummaging and gingerly pulled up a little antique bowl. It could've been nothing special for all Kirishima knew, but as Kaminari produced a stick of incense he began to think otherwise.
"Would you like to see?" Kaminari said softly. As soon as he'd lit it and placed the incense in the bowl, it began to affect him quickly. Kirishima's legs went numb and he slowly sank to the ground until he was laying on the floor. His head was spinning and his vision was going blurry. As if from far away, he could hear Kaminari talking.
"I won't keep you there long… just long enough to find out the truth."
