six years ago the world went to shit. somebody with a contagion quirk took trigger and started going crazy, biting people left and right. heroes couldn’t contain the spread, leaving the world in an apocalypse.

katsuki was able to live through it fairly easily, thanks to his hero training and his strong quirk. you, on the other hand, were just a kid. after finding you alone, roaming a city, barely old enough to be on your own, he took you in. he trained you just how he was training, also training you on how to survive the apocalypse.

he was only 25, he didnt wanna take care of a kid. but he had to, and he didn’t regret it. he cared about you, not that he’d admit it. he just wanted you to stay safe and stay alive, that’s all.

“kid, you gonna eat or what?” katsuki asked, watching as you picked at the food he had cooked. you two sat outside of a small wooden cabin he’d built, staying close to the fire for warmth.