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.

My eyes drift over to where I last saw Todoroki, but he isn't there anymore. There are also less of those raider goons, meaning they must have chased him off somehow.

Realizing that I'm entirely on my own for now, I search the vicinity for an escape, and an opening becomes clear.

The building Shoto and I were holed up in had a back entrance that lead to the outskirts of this town. If I can get there, I can make a mad dash for the forest.

Luckily, I'm close to said building.

I peek back up at the archer before abruptly ducking back down, but I'm not fast enough. The tip of the arrow grazes my cheek and slices a split in my ear, resulting in an involuntary yelp to slip past my lips.

The blood trickles down my cheek and neck, staining my clothes as I turn to press my back against the door of the truck, on my knees. I look to my right and see the remaining raiders sprinting in my direction, and I momentarily stiffen before my gaze locks on my target destination.

I dart over to the place, avoiding all of the arrows and dipping inside of the building. As I'm storming through the small room, my arm gets grabbed and I stumble.

"Ugh, give me a break!" I quietly exclaim as I have a miniature power battle with a biter, who's attempting to bring my arm to its mouth for a snack. "Fuck. Off!"

I jerk my arm free, tearing some of my sleeve off in the process, and waste no time in continuing towards the back door just as the raiders enter.

I'm almost fully out of the door, after fumbling with the lock for a second, when I'm suddenly put into a choke hold from behind.

Letting out a little cough, I hit the guy with my elbow and he loosens his grip. I harshly remove his arm from my throat and twist around, shoving him into one of his buddies before I run out the door.

I managed to get a few feet across the field, partially unscathed, but agonizing pain then shot up my right leg and stopped me in my tracks.

A blood curdling scream extracts itself from my esophagus as my knees buckle, collapsing onto the coarse dirt beneath me. I scramble to get behind some bushes for cover and bite my hand, muffling my pained cries.

Shouts of where I went echo from behind, but I ignore them and examine my wound, my right leg off to the side. My eyes widen as I see an arrow sticking through the front and back of my shin, but it's more off to the right as it just narrowly bypassed the bone.

My mind races as I debate on whether or not to use my quirk, but ultimately come to the conclusion that it wouldn't be very effective with the arrow still lodged in my lower leg.

I have a healing quirk, which is best used on other people, but it can be used on myself if absolutely necessary. The only drawback is that when I use it on myself, I get fatigued and dizzy a lot quicker than I do when I use it on someone else.

Well, besides that, there's also the factor that I'd still be feeling an aching in the injured area after the healing is done with for a couple of days, depending on the severity of the wound.

I try to grab the back of the arrow, only to recoil my hand to my chest as if I had just touched a hot iron. A wince had revealed itself as well, my mouth uncomfortably dry as I sniffle silently.

Recalling my dangerous situation, I drag myself onwards and begin to continue sprinting across the field and to the woods in hopes of evading the raiders completely. The tree line appears to be about a football field away still, but I don't let that discourage me as I keep my shit relatively composed.

My epinephrine level rises and the pain soon subsides and is forgotten about as I expertly elude all of their arrow launches. Despite my leg being screwed, there not being much cover and for me never having gone to a pro hero school in the past, I did fairly well in making my daring escape.

I managed to get out of their line of fire with only one more arrow wound, which had only grazed my right side, added on top of all the other bruises and such.

I push myself to keep sprinting as I hear the raiders clobbering after me, screaming about finishing the job and not letting there be any survivors, being sure to hurtle left and right in an un-patterned fashion. This is as not to be such an easy target—meaning I'll be less likely to get hit again.

It feels as if hours had passed me by before I stopped hearing the raiders footsteps behind me, the sun already starting to set.

Exhausted, I allow myself to fall against the trunk of a nearby tree and slide down it, unable to give two shits about the bark lifting my shift and harshly scraping up my back. My shirt rolled back into place as I adjust to sit mermaid style, my legs to my right as I stare at the major issue of a wound.

Thankfully, I haven't bled out yet nor attracted any more of those biters, and with any luck, it'll stay that way.

I turn my gaze to the sky as I lean my head to rest on the edge of the tree, tremendously struggling to catch my breath from all of that intense exercise. Not to mention that the adrenaline is beginning to wear off, causing the searing pain in my shin to increase more and more with each occurring second.

My vision blurs as I tilt my head back down, having to forcefully use what little strength I have left to not lead it just dangle. I come to realize that my hands are trembling, which then informs me that my whole body is, too.

The sounds of nature and distant biter growls fade out, leaving me to sit in silence as I plop my skull against the tree trunk again, unable to even comprehend the fear in the pit of my stomach of losing my senses in the middle of absolute fucking nowhere.

My mind's practically even resembling a mixed up jigsaw puzzle; everything's all jumbled in there and I can't make any sense of it all.

With no other options on the table, I stop fighting the urge to close my eyes for a moment, when I suddenly feel as if somebody else's close by.

Reopening them slowly, ever so slowly, I blink, noticing a fuzzy figure with what appears to be red hair kneeling beside me. It barely registers that his hand is set on my left shoulder and that he's speaking to me, and his words come across as if he's saying them in another language, even when I know he's using the English dialect.

How long had I been out for..?

It only felt like a few seconds, but was it really?

Wait- who is this guy, and who is he turning around and yelling to..?

The figure faces me once more and picks me up bridal style, and I'm powerless to do anything to prevent or stop it from happening. I can't even verbally protest, I'm so weak.

The need for rest soon takes control of me and I drift off into a deep slumber, feeling oddly safe in this person's arms.

When I wake, I quickly discover that my shin and side are bandaged and that I'm in an unfamiliar location. The next thing that comes to my attention is that I'm lying on an old, worn out, wooden bed with a blanket draped over my lower body.

All I can recall is that Todoroki and I were attacked by those raiders, we got separated, I got wounded, and was in and out of consciousness before and during the time when that red haired figure took me.

Speaking of whom, where are they?

As I'm sitting up and gingerly putting my hand on my shin to heal it faster, I didn't hear that someone had walked into the room and was now standing by the doorway, just watching me as I use my quirk.

I stare at my hand as a dim, glowing light is casted off from my palm and the affected area.

Once I'm done, I roll my ankle and it cracks a little, the injury aching, but at least it's healed.

I do the same to my side and as I'm unraveling the bandages, I notice the red headed figure from earlier and yelp in surprise, hopping up onto my feet. As soon as I do, however, my knees crumble under my weight and I grab hold of the bedside cabinet for balance, the figure rushing forwards.

He helps steady me by holding me up by the waist, carefully sitting me back down onto the bed. It's muffled, but he asks if I'm alright, and I reluctantly nod as my hearing pops and readjusts back to normal.

That's when I can't help but to have all of these questions spill out of my mouth faster than someone could say "dude stop," the words on the tip of my tongue. "Where are we? And who the hell are you?"

Before the male could respond, another guy's voice gruffly calls, "Hey, Kiri! Is that idiot awake yet?!"

The boy kneeling in front of me, "Kiri," gives me an apologetic glance before calling back, "Yeah, Bakubro! She's up!"

He turns back to me, my expression blank, and informs as he moves to sit before me on the bed, "Sorry about him. That was Bakugo; he's my best friend. And I'm Eijiro Kirishima! You're at our base right now."

"Who bandaged me up?" I inquire, pressing further.

"I did!" Kiri replies with a smile, adding, "Believe it or not, Bakubro out there isn't a huge fan of bloody injuries. He gets a bit queasy about them whenever they're too bad. But not to worry! He's still pretty manly!"

"I do not, shitty hair!" Bakugo shouts back, causing Kirishima to chuckle.

"Okay, so I may have exaggerated that a little, incy, bincy bit," he admits with another little laugh, and I feel a small grin form on my lips.

His smile widens at this and he asks, "So! What's your name, cutie?"

My cheeks burn at the abrupt compliment, but I keep my cool as I casually respond, "Just call me YN."

"Well, YN, I wish we could've met under different circumstances, but it's still awesome to meet you!" he exclaims cheerfully.

I shake my head in a slightly playful manner as I look away and out the window, muttering as my smile fades, "Likewise..."

Kirishima frowns and shuffles a bit closer, softly questioning in concern, "Hey...are you okay?"

I purse my lips before murmuring back, mainly to myself, "Shoto..."

"Shoto..?" he repeats carefully, confused.

I meet his eyes, my face neutral, but my eyes betray my true emotions as I tell him, "He's my friend. I lost his whereabouts in all of the commotion that brought this—" I motion to my leg, "upon me."

Licking my chapped lips, I peer back outside and add quietly, "I need to find him."

I attempt to stand again and Kiri darts up, giving me support as he keeps me posted in this one spot, letting me clutch onto his left shoulder with my right hand as the bend of my arm is pressed against the back of said shoulder.

He calmly reassures, "Don't worry, we'll help you find him! But as of right now, you need to rest. Not only are you hurt, but you're also very tired."

"How do you know?" I retort, lifting my head to lock onto his eyes again.

He smiles, causing my heart to flutter as he answers, "It's written all over your face and body language. The little bags under your also also helped as a hint, though."

I feel myself blushing in embarrassment, allowing Kirishima to ease me back down onto the bed for the second time in the past five minutes.

"So, what does 'Shoto' look like?" he questions, presumably wanting to get an idea of who he and Bakugo will be keeping an eye out for whilst I'm bedridden.

Despite my injuries being fully healed, that's only physically, and, as previously stated, using my quirk on myself only drains my energy.

"He...has his hair split into two different colors," I start, "—red and white. His eyes are also two different colors, as well; one blue and one gray. He's pretty stoic and is around your height, but is probably taller. And he has this burn scar on his left side—the right when you're looking straight at him. That's about it."

(AN: In this, Kiri and Bakugo don't know Todoroki. Just to make it clear.)

Kiri nods, "I'll tell Bakugo about him in case we ever spot him sometime during your recovery."

"Thank you," I say sincerely.

His grin returns, "Nah, don't worry about it! We help anybody we can. It's no big deal!"

Before I could object with how not many people would do what him and his friend does for other survivors these days, he unintentionally cuts me off, "By the way, what were you doing to your leg and side when I first walked in? Your hand was glowing this bright white and stuff!"

My mood gets lighter at his enthusiasm, and I explain, "I was using my healing quirk on it."

"Ohh, that does make sense!" he replies as he scratches the nape of his neck in mild awkwardness from not guessing it sooner, but he chuckles when I do.

"It's better to use on other people than myself, but I figured it'd be best to try and speed up the process so I can walk sooner," I state, almost as if I've rehearsed it a million times in the past.

"Does that mean that your quirk's drawback is that it's more difficult to use on yourself?" Kiri asks, tilting his head like a little puppy.

"Well, kind of." I confess, "I just get tired more quickly when I use it on myself than I do when I use it on others."

He makes a noise of understanding and I continue with an inquiry of my own, "Do you have a quirk?"

He nods, "Yeah! I have a hardening quirk!"

"Hardening quirk?" I repeat, similar to how he did not too long ago.

"Yup! I can harden any part of my body and become unbreakable! See?" He demonstrates by solidifying his left forearm and hand, permitting me to touch it when I hesitate by nudging his arm a bit closer to me with an assurance that it's okay.

I stare at his arm in awe, looking back into his cherry orbs with an astonished gaze, not noticing his face flushing red as I proclaim softly, "That's so cool! I've never seen anything like this before!"

He smiles, blatantly flustered, "W-Well, I— Thanks." After clearing his throat and regaining his composure, he confidently counters, "Your quirk is pretty beauty-cool, too!"

"Beauty-cool?" I giggle, surprised to actually be enjoying his company.

The only person I've been able to have good moments with since the apocalypse started was Todoroki, and yet, here Kirishima is, doing the same thing as if it were a walk in the park.

"Yyyeah, it's just kinda something I say when referring to something amazing! You know, beautiful and cool! Like you and your quirk!" Kiri flirts, partially not on purpose as he half-mindedly spoke from his heart.

I blink and shake my head with a blush, scooting back a bit in denial, "If anyone here is 'beauty-cool,' it's you."

"Nonsense!" he playfully spites back.

We then jokingly bicker back and forth on the subject for a while, acting as if we've known one another for our entire lives, when Bakugo, who I had forgotten even existed, interrupts with a shout.

"You two sound like an old married couple! Shut the hell up!"

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