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Survivor! Kirishima x Survivor! Todoroki x Survivor! Reader || Not-So Dooms Day

Survivor! Kirishima x Survivor! Todoroki x Survivor! Reader
Zombie Apocalypse AU
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Not-So Dooms Day

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Your POV
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It's funny how things come full circle, isn't it?

Only this time, it's not the biters that are the current issue at hand.

When I had first met my best friend, Shoto Todoroki, we had gotten into a slight altercation in the streets.

Long story short, our bickering voices drew in the hoard of biters, forcing us to work together to make it out of there alive. We proved to make an adequate team and reconciled our disagreement, deciding to partner up for the long haul instead.

Back to the present time, well...we're now surrounded by a group of raiders.

Our defiance against them only proved to make matters worse, and I'm starting to wish that we had just taken their deal on giving up all of our supplies in exchange for us to walk away scotch free.

"You asked for it," the leader shrugged before motioning to us, a sense of carelessness washed all over his face. "Kill them."

Todoroki and I briefly glance at one another before getting into fighting stances, him preparing to use his quirk in retaliation.

I would use mine, but it's unfortunately not equipped for combat. At least, not on offense—and I'm not so sure it can be used for defense, either, to be honest.

I blink when Todoroki ices the ankles of a few of the attackers, sticking them in place as said frozen substance eerily creeps up their legs.

Biting my lower lip, I dodge a knife swing and ram my forearm into the offender's weapon arm, throwing a quick jab at his jaw. A crack resounds from the impact and he stumbles back, whimpering.

Since my quirk can't assist me in battle, I had to learn hand-to-hand to make up for it.

Sure, I was never gonna be no pro hero, but knowing how to protect myself was still a must. Especially in the society that we had once lived in—as well as in the one we're in right now, I suppose.

I'm brought back to reality through a kick to the gut, which sends me flying backwards. When my body hits the concrete, I end up doing one backflip-roll from the force, the street even having a small crater where I lay.

Struggling to push myself up, I see that I was thrown quite the distance. I'm around half a football field away, so that guy must have some sort of strength quirk or something.

That would also explain the intense throbbing from the hit, too.

As soon as I'm back on my feet, I have to jump out of the way so I won't get impaled by an arrow.

I look up onto the roof of a nearby building, ducking swiftly as I spot the archer aiming another death stick my way.

"Damn it," I mutter, hiding behind an abandoned truck.