the sun was just rising into the sky as the red head made his way down the beach, surfboard tucked underneath his arm. cool mornings where the beach was empty and the water calm were his favorite ; the waves were strong but not too much to where he needed to be concerned. as he reaches the shore, kirishima places his board in the sand before pulling the rest of his wetsuit up — zipping it closed using the long pull string attached to the zipper. after checking his board once more, the redhead was paddling into the water with a grin on his lips.
in the ocean was where he felt most at peace, either just sitting in the water or surfing the waves. most of his free time was spent out at this particular beach — which would explain why he was so unrealistically tan. it would also explain his ease of moving through the water, mind thinking of other things rather than checking his surroundings. today especially his mind was wandering, thoughts on everything else but what he was doing. it was so routine that he didn’t even pay attention. so, as kirishima dives underneath an oncoming waves, he fails to brace himself for the oncoming current he usually faced. today it was uncharacteristically strong and before he knew it, he was being pushed further out to shore and further down to the ocean floor.
within seconds panic strikes as kirishima tries to get to the surface, but the current and waves continue to pound him further and further into the water. he was a strong swimmer but the water was stronger. his board was gone, floating to shore on the surface — he rarely ever used the surfboard leash which, in this case, could have indicated where he was to any passerby.
as he continued to struggle, his muscles grew weaker and he allowed the water to overtake him. another sharp hit from the current and crash of the waves slammed him into the rocky reef below, rendering him both unconscious and in danger of losing his life.
