𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐋, various! bnha

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CHAPTER TWO
❛ a new friend ❜

THE GLARING SUNLIGHT hit your face, making you slightly groan in annoyance, scrunching up your nose in distaste. You were exhausted— how long had you been out?

Your eyes slowly opened as you rubbed your fists over them, adjusting your blurred vision to the unfamiliar room. The room was mostly empty, aside for the dusty, old bed that you had been lying on. You pushed yourself into a sitting position, pressing your fingers against your throbbing temples. You had a pulsating headache, and along with your confusion, you were beginning to get dizzy. You didn't recognize your surroundings in the least— so where exactly were you, and how the hell did you get here?! Tossing the tattered sheets from your body, you threw your legs over the edge of the bed, carefully slipping your feet into your worn-out shoes. As you stood from the bed, you wobbled forward, your exhaustion getting the best of you. Once you've fully collected yourself, you grabbed your backpack from your bedside, slipping it over your shoulder. Maybe it'd be best if you made your escape.

Hesitantly, you stepped through the doors of the bedroom, making your way into the living room. It was empty for the most part, besides the
worn-down couch that was littered with specks of blood. Placed onto the couch was an old backpack, which appeared full. It was quiet— too quiet. The quarantine zone that you'd been stationed at during the entirety of the outbreak was always noisy, and there was never any complete silence. You weren't used to this, and it made you feel uneasy. Approaching the couch, you grasped the backpack, carefully unzipping the zipper. Taking a peek inside, you gasped— someone must've been stocking up on supplies for a while. There were dozens of food cans, as well as dozens of water bottles. You quickly snatched the water bottle out of the bag, unscrewing the cap and downing the water. You couldn't recall the last time you had a sip of water— you needed that.

Suddenly, you flinched, feeling cold metal press against your temple. "Don't scream, please." You dropped the empty bottle, raising you hands in defense. You didn't dare to speak, so you waited for the person behind you to talk.

"... What's your name?" They questioned, their voice quite shaky." The tone in their voice wasn't very threatening, and you felt yourself begin to loosen up. You had a feeling he wasn't going to hurt you— but then again, you've met a lot of people who you deemed harmless, and they proved you wrong. "Sorry about the gun, I'm not going to hurt you. I'm just being cautious."

"It's (Y/n) (L/n)." You replied in a mostly calm, collected voice. "H-Hey ... you've got a gun to my head, the least you could do is tell me your name, too..." You internally scolded yourself for stuttering. On the inside, you were scared shitless, but you were trying your best to not show it. What if they really did use the gun...

It was silent, before the barrel was retracted from your temple, " Izuku Midoiya." Hesitantly, you turned to face the stranger, finding emerald-green eyes staring back at you. "Are you traveling alone?" You were silent, your eyes scanning over the appearance of this so-called 'Midoriya'. He was around your age— nineteen, and he had disheveled, green hair. His clothes were tattered, and a large scar was visible across his freckled cheek. What seemed to catch your eye was the messily wrapped cast that covered his left arm. He shifted under your intense gaze, awkwardly waiting for you to respond to his question.

"I'm alone." You replied softly, taking note of his timid personality. One thing was for sure; he wasn't very dangerous, and he definitely didn't look like much of a threat in an apocalypse. In his state, you wondered how he was able to make it this far. "We're not allowed to travel outside the quarantine zones. I had to snuck out alone." He raised a brow at your response.

"Quarantine zone? You mean— you actually made it out of that place?!" You nodded, taking him by surprise. He was astonished you were able to escape without being caught, but then again, so were you. Most escaped citizens were caught within a few days, and were taken back to the zone. Mercy wasn't an option. You needed to make it to Tokyo— and fast.

He nodded, before he started to speak, "There's a group of us not too far from here," He began, contemplating on whether or not he should continue. "I was separated from my teacher— Mr. Aizawa. We went off looking for supplies, and were separated by a group of infected..." Your grip around the strap of your backpack tightened.

"Are you suggesting I join you guys??" You questioned anxiously. The idea of a group of survivors sounded like a blessing, and you'd be damned if you'd pass up on his offer. You weren't sure how long you're make it on your own. He stared, his emerald eyes boring holes into your desperate face.

"I—" The sudden banging against the front door took the two of you by surprise. Immediately, Izuku stepped in front of you, pointing the barrel of his gun toward the source of the noise.

"They know we're here," He whispered, glancing toward the back door. "We're going to have to cut through the neighborhood to reach where my group is based." Nodding, you made your way toward the backdoor, followed by Midoriya, who had quickly snatched his backpack from the couch. Quickly, the two of you jumped the backyard fence, heading down the next street. It was abandoned, much to Midoriya's relief, so you kept up the pace, walking along the sidewalk. The neighborhood houses were worn down, many of them being barricaded. It was silent as the two of you walked, your feet treading against the ground being the only source of sound.

"Hey," Izuku began, peering at you from the corner of his eye. "I was wondering; where are you heading? You must've left the quarantine zone for a reason, right?" He hitched his backpack further up his shoulder, fidgeting as he awaited your response.

"... I'm trying to find The League of Light," You muttered, earning a surprised gasp from Izuku. He stopped walking momentarily, causing you to stop in your tracks and turn to face him.

"You know where they're stationed?!" He asked, a bit too loudly. As you opened your mouth to speak, you noticed his eyes shift toward something behind you. His lips parted slightly, before he rushed forward, grasping your hand within his own.

"We have to keep moving!!" He shouted, weaving his way through the abandoned cars that were scattered across the street. You glanced backward, spotting a group of infected chasing after you, foaming at the mouth. It didn't matter where you ran, they always seemed to find you. Quickly, he pulled you behind the cover of a crashed car, shielding your body with his own. He peeks out, carefully scanning the surrounding area. From your point of view, you could spot the handful of infected wandering aimlessly after losing sight of you and Izuku. Silently, Midoriya continued leading you down the street. He was stealthy with his movements, and as you observed, you finally understood how he had survived for so long.

Eventually, the two of you reached a run-down two-story house. Midoriya hastily knocked three times, careful to keep the sound to a minimum. Your heart was pounding at the possibility of meeting his group. You weren't the social type, and didn't exactly know how long you'd stay. As you waited, you grew nervous— there didn't seem to be anyone there, did something happen?!Midoriya knocked louder, growing impatient. The knock caught the attention of infected that roamed nearby.

"Oh, fuck this." You pushed Midoriya aside, grabbing the doorknob. Ramming your shoulder into the door a few times, the lock broke. You stumbled in, landing onto the floor with a harsh thud. Cursing, you rubbed your sore knee's, regretting the way you decided to break in. Before you could get back on your feet, the cock of a gun echoes, and you come face-to-face with the barrel of a shotgun.

"Who the fuck are you?!"