Bakugou looked at the time on his phone.

8:35 p.m.

"That idiot," He tapped his fingers nervously on the table. "He should've been back over two hours ago."

Since the two hadn't exchanged numbers with each other, they had no way of communicating. It troubled him slightly. Thoughts and scenarios ran through his head, filling him with worry. The storm had picked up, the rain pouring down on the roof like an army of drums. The sky was a dreary gray color, reflecting the oceans whose waves were tumbling back and forth.

That was when Katsuki realized he noticed a red head popping out from beneath those waves. A familiar one, one he had just seen 3 hours ago.

Kirishima, was drowning.

With camera still around his neck, he bolted through the front door, and raced down the steps to the beach. However, Bakugou never took his eyes off the red head, not noticing the curb that tripped him, shattering the valuable underneath him. But without hesitation, he cast it aside and made his way down the hills of sand. Even though his camera was his most prized possession, he knew you can replace an object, but never a person's life.

Hurriedly he stripped off his clothes and grabbed a nearby surfboard and vaulted into the water. He didn't know how to surf, but luckily, the crashing waves swept him enough to see Kirishima clinging onto his own surfboard, color drained from his face.

     The red head slowly looked up. Their eyes met and Kirishima cried, "Bakugou!"

     Katsuki gritted his teeth and paddled his way through the aquatic maze. After tumbling a few times, he managed to get close enough to the weary boy.

     But before he could call out his name, a large wave whisked Kirishima away, burying him in the ocean. Quickly Bakugou swam down, and saw the surfer lifeless, floating deeper and deeper.

     The guy was crazy and way too outgoing for his liking, but Bakugou felt something connecting them together. Like a matching puzzle piece. A red ribbon tied around their fingers. He didn't want to lose that.

     So, in one breath, he hoisted Kirishima's body onto the surfboard, and let fate decided what would happen to the pair.

-

     "C-C'mon Kirishima! Breathe idiot!" Bakugou grunted as he pressed his upper body weight onto Kirishima's chest, his still body laying peacefully on the beach's sand.

He had been performing chest compressions for over a minute now and still no sign of movement. Since Mitsuki had enrolled her son into CPR training as a kid, he was certified to perform the second and third option of CPR. Airway and Breathing. Also known as mouth to mouth.

After multiple failed chest compressions he tilted Kirishima's head back, pressing against his forehead back with his palm and tilting his chin upwards. Once his airways were open, he pinched his nostrils closed and started leaning in.

Bakugou's lips covered Kirishima's. He tasted the saltiness, but gave no hesitation to give him his breath. As Katsuki glanced down to see if his chest would rise, he felt a sudden abrupt cough from the boy and immediately pulled back.

Kirishima sputtered up water, and to Bakugou's relief, his chest rising and falling. He slumped over, tired and exhausted. Kirishima's eyes slowly made his way toward Katsuki's crimson ones, a smile faintly forming on his wearied face.

"B-Bakugou..." He whispered as the blonde scooped him in his arms. "I-"

"Stop talking," He ordered. "Rest, you've had a long night."

All Kirishima do was weakly nod. He rested his head into the crook of Bakugou's neck, softly breathing. Katsuki hummed as he carried him back home, lulling The boy into a calming sleep.

-

"Tch, you got a fever idiot," Bakugou scolded Kirishima. The blonde had wrapped the surfer in a multiple layers of blankets and warm pajamas. He sat by his bed, shaking his head in frustration. "You're lucky I waited by the window last night."

"You waited for me?" Kirishima's lips curled upward.

A soft tint of pink scattered around Katsuki's cheeks as he dismissed the question by walking back to the kitchen to see if the chicken soup was done. He was relieved Kirishima was alright. Ever since last night the blonde never left his side. He didn't know why exactly why he cared. He could've just walked off or ask someone in town to tend to him. But Kirishima was special in a way.

Bakugou returned to Kirishima's room with a platter of chicken soup and a pot of tea. The red head was looking out the window, eyes furrowed slightly. He was sitting up now, his head leaning on the head board and hands in lap. His expression was distant, thoughts far away.

Katsuki set the food on a fold up desk and took a seat next to the bed. It broke Kirishima's trance and he smiled at the tired blonde.

"You must be exhausted huh?" He chuckled, starting to reach for the chicken soup.

Bakugou swatted his hand away from the bowl and picked it up. "Damn right I am! Why were you even swimming that far into the ocean that late at night, idiot. Even a rock would know that's a stupid idea." He dipped the spoon into the soup and brought it up to the red head's mouth. "Now say 'ahh' before I shove this down your throat."

Kirishima sighed and opened his mouth. Bakugou fed him a few spoonfuls before sending it aside, letting Kiri take a few sips of water. Katsuki noticed a look of guilt lingered on his face despite his happy expression.

After he had finished drinking, Kirishima set the glass down and rested his head back onto the headboard, his lips forming a thin line.

"I'm sorry Bakugou. I thought...He trailed off. He paused for a minute looking down. "I wanted to prove to myself I was still strong. You see..." Kirishima lifted his right leg slightly. "At the end of classes yesterday, I ended up pulling something. I had to call off classes early. Afterward I started feeling anxious. I mean, my job to teach kids. I don't want to disappoint them! Like, what kind of surfing coach would I even be if I couldn't even swim?"

"So you had the stupid fucking idea of surfing in the deep ocean?" Bakugou cut him off, a nasty fire in his voice.

"Look, I just-"

"Because that's not a smart way of thinking. If you don't want to be that loser teacher you said you'd be, you have to prove to yourself that you're already strong. Don't start doubting yourself because of some injury, you know who you are and your capabilities."

Bakugou was looking out the window, words were flying out of his mouth. His arms were crossed as he heaved heavy sighs.

"What I'm saying is, don't go trying to pushing and proving yourself all the time. Sometimes, you gotta realize what you are able to accomplish with what you've got. But I have to say Shitty Hair, you're a real dumb guy, but a strong one too."

There was silence. Had he said something wrong? When he looked back, Kirishima was staring at him intensely with tears trickling down his cheek. Bakugou tensed up, but before he could even ask what was wrong, Kirishima leapt up from his seated position and wrapped his arms around Katsuki in a tight hug.

"T-Thank you, Bakugou," He sniffled. "Thank you so m-much. I'm, I'm in your debt!"

Bakugou scoffed and tried to pry him off. He rolled his eyes, "Jeez, you're gonna get me sick dumbass, get off me!"

Before Kirishima could even refuse, a knock was heard at the door. A voice calling,

"FBI OPEN UP!"