Just a pebble in the debris

Wandering through the fallout

Heavy black boots make their announcement as a stranger covered in soiled armor enters. Four individuals already in the bar immediately focused on the new arrival. This location was a hidden get away for this small rag tag group of individuals. Approaching the bar the stranger sets down a good sum of money, letting his striking red eyes and chiseled jaw do the talking as he made a request in a low gravely tone.

"Room and food for one." With that they made theirselves at home on the stool.

Tension in the air practically visible. Two large individuals who were already in the bar stood up and made their decent to the spots next to the ash blonde man. Both of these individuals had to at least have two heads in height on this man. On the left was a familiar looking sculpted man with blonde hair, where this individual was familiar from wasn't clear in the man's mind. To the right on the other hand was a hulking behemoth of a man with an aura of blood thirst that hung to the man as a warning. In these times you could never trust who was friend or foe or you'd loose the one thing you cared about most. Precisely why the red eyed man bothered to make his way out here, he wanted to find something new to live for or die trying to forget those soft inviting eyes.

"Can I help you?" The ash blonde nearly spat.

"Those are some strong words from someone who made such a rude and unwanted entrance." 
This came from the individual to his left and the behemoth of a man to his right was giving off a silent warning glare. Even though his face was half covered, his intent was as clear as day.

Too tired to start a fight with the two men, he takes a bite out of the food he was given by the bartender he demanded from. He felt confident knowing that the opponent on his left would be a challenge but still a fight he would win. While his gut told him that he wouldn't have luxury of choice and that the opponent to the right would make them fight first and he was certain that wouldn't be a winning battle. The ash blonde took a drink before he answered back.

"Just let me eat and rest. I will be out of your hair in the morning."

A friendly smile was given as a hand rested on his shoulder. "Nonsense. You look rough for wear, we can help ya get into top notch shape!"

The ash blond shrugged his shoulder away.

The other reached his hand out in an introduction. "The names Taishiro! Yours?"

A loud smack was heard through the small bar as the red eyed individual rose up and slapped the offending hand away. The welcoming smile on Taishiro melted into a look of worry as he retracted his hand. A nervous look painted on the silent bartenders face as his eyes locked onto the larger man standing behind him. Said individual rolled his shoulders giving his arms a good stretch then cracked his knuckles for emphasis as he growled in a tone that wouldn't take no for an answer.

"You want to try that again or do I have to bear it out of you."

With a reluctant sigh, deciding he'd live today he spoke. "Bakugo. The names Bakugo."

"Alright Bakugo, the manly individual behind the bar is Eijiro, don't touch the blonde Denki who's now sleeping in the corner. This big guy right here is more bite then bark, so try to keep your manners kid."

He left to walk upstairs after giving everyone else an introduction besides the man who still in a stance ready to fight. They took one last glance before they scoffed and followed Taishiro. Bakugo decide to sit back down and eat his food. After getting the refill on his drink the bartender Eijiro decided to finally speak.

"What brings you all the way out here? We haven't had a wanderer in this joint for at least a year! Hah the last visitor we got here was being chased down and we saw his corpse about an hour east of here a mere week later."