A Lucky One

6

The alarm had rung in the heroes building to signify one thing --- A hero has been found.

"Announcement! Announcement! Red Flag: Critical condition!" The speakers rang as a group of heroes carried the body of a bloody beaten up boy. Citizens whispering among themselves in wonder: Who is it this time? I wonder what happened? Was it one of the kids? But there weren't any answers to give. "Calling Fukidashi! Prepare for surgerya asap! I repeat! Fukidashi, Prepare for surgery, asap!"

Katsuki was already dreaming a dream that felt more unsettling than he can remember, but the speakers weren't the reason why Katsuki woke up in the infirmary that evening. Instead, he woke up from a different sound - a drop - which sent a terror within his dream-state that he stood up gasping, clutching his chest with his fist, and drenched in sweat.

He looked around the infirmary and his eyes land on an unfinished peeled apple, left to his bed, on the floor. It was just an apple. Just... An apple.

"Sorry about that." said a voice next to him. The little boy was sitting up with a smile and a knife on his hand. A bowl of fruits on the stand to his right. "I guess I woke you up from your little nap. Ah, but then again, it didn't look like you were enjoying it so I guess I don't mind accepting a thank you from you."

It looked like a staring contest was about to ensue. Bakugo being more confused than the other. "What?"

The boy greeted with a smile.

He refused to give it back. It was odd for someone to be nice. Not that there weren't any nice people in the world. It's just that, in a crumbling society where you have to put your life on the line, there are very few who would be sane - or trusting - enough to greet a complete stranger with a "good morning". Much less a "good morning, but it's night, so I guess it's good evening?"

Bakugo looked away. That kid's hair is shinier than it should, he thought, Must be his quirk.

"I haven't seen you before. You new?"

Bakugo took a second to glance.

"That's a yes." and before Bakugo could even argue, said, "It's easy to know faces you've seen over and over again. Makes it easier to spot faces you've never seen before. Don't you think? So, mind telling me what you're doing in the infirmary?"

It was an easy question. "No."

"Hm?" He seemed a little surprised, "But... I'm a hero?"

"Okay, and?"

THe boy thought for a while. "...We'll you're interesting for sure."

"Ha? What does that mean?"

The door burst open. In the group that came in, most of them had expressions that looked like they were half on the verge of tears and half on the verge of laughing. He recognized only a few of them. Kaminari, who seemed to be one of the few who were happy to come in, and Ashido, the pink girl that seemed to enjoy giving Bakugo a taste of her drilling glare. She, however, didn't seem to be too happy. She was also the one who had kicked the door open.

"What the hell were you thinking?" she said after putting a leg on the little boy's bed, pushing it slightly after a great 'bump'.

"Well, there was a pretty girl in need of saving and---"

"You think this is a perfect time to play jokes? Huh, Mineta?" She raised her voice. "Risking your life... You could've died. Hear me? Died."

Mineta tilted his head a bit to the side as if to think, then smiled, a nice smile that somehow seemed like he found nothing wrong with what he just heard. He questioned back, "That's nothing really new to us though, is it?"