Cataclysmic Events (BNHA Apocalypse AU)

Alone.

(Section 1)

    Alone. Thats what he was. For eleven years, this boy now a man as of yesterday had been alone. How he survived nuclear fallout at age seven. . .? Don't ask him, He can't remember. He won't remember. Katsuki Bakugou was sitting down in the middle of an isle. Shelves picked bare. The supermarket, located in the former shopping center was nothing more than a ghost town now. What was left wasn't much. The scowling blonde was grabbing at cans of food that had gone expired. Of course someone had gotten here before him. He hadn't eaten in god knows when, but expired was better than nothing at all.

     Alone. Thats what he was as well. A handsome redhead with a heart of gold had wandered too far here. His pale cheeks were smeared with dirt and grime and still he could stand out in a crowd.With his hair left down, Eijirou Kirishima had wandered into the mall, really having nothing left so he had assumed he would take anything he found useful; But not all of it, incase someone else was like him and was in desperate need to survive. That was just Eijirou, too caring for his own good. He had entered where the produce once was and just placed his empty crimson backpack onto the floor.

     Katsuki's head snaps up at the sound of footsteps from afar. The cocking of an automatic rifle calls back to those. Click. Katsuki rose to his feet and had swept the entire left side of the store, until he came amongst the red haired man. Almost bumping right against his shoulder. But with an irritated grunt, he promptly shoved the barrel of his gun right between the strangers eyes. 

"I'd get lost if I were you."

     Kirishima held both of his hands up in defense, raising one of his eyebrows. He stayed silent for a moment, wanting to take a step back but figuring he'd get shot then and there if he moved any more.

       "I don't have much," He replied, thinking the only way to get out of this way by talking and ignoring the gun, "Uhm- I'm Kirishima, by the way!"

     "I don't give a flying fuck who you are. I said get lost. This is my turf now and your stepping all over it," He sneered, laying a finger over the trigger. It was clear he wouldn't hesitate at all. "Now why the hell-"

     Kirishima inhaled, taking a small step back but not before trying to change how the pessimistic stranger felt.

      "It's just us survivors! Don't you think we should stick together?" He questioned, knowing company wasn't ever so bad. And besides. All Kirishima was, was a bit lonely.

Eijirou frowned at that. Though it never spoiled his mood. He picked his backpack up once again and slung it over a shoulder, "Well, you don't seem much of a talker and it's better to have allies rather than enemies."

     "Leave the bag." The blonde hissed between his teeth. He had just hoped there was any sort of food in there. His stomach turned in on itself even just standing here, and water didn't fill stomachs. Once the bag was set down, it was clear that honestly, there wasn't much in it; Granola bars and a spare pocket knife. Kirishima watched Bakugou as he wolfed down a granola bar, Like he had never eaten before. It was all he had, but he was glad to see that it was going towards someone who really needed it.

    "If we stick together maybe I could help you get some more. . .?" Kirishima offered, with a stupid grin. 

     "That never ends well," Bakugou paused, crumpling the wrapper up between his palms and tossing it on the ground. 

     "We could try!" He didn't want to hurt the handsome stranger, but maybe just a small threat would convince him so he nervously lowered his gaze to his pocket, where his only other pocket knife- that he never used- was. Bakugou had responded by raising his weapon again 

     "Don't even fucking think about it." 


     He did as he was told, instead of leaving it be, he pulled it out and letting it go onto the floor before kicking it towards the stranger, "You never told me your name, by the way. . ."

     He stepped on it, to stop it from going any further. "Bakugou. Not that it matters to you, Scumbag."

"I think it'll matter if we're going to be surviving together!" He exclaimed, "How about it, Bakugou? Just you and I then. . .?" 




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