It had been.. what, 4 years since the apocalypse started? Since the so called ‘out break’? Someone decided to try and mutate their quirk, try and make themselves a powerhouse as a person.. but instead, created the end of the world. One wrong bite, and it had started to spread: the virus the man had unknowingly created.

You and Katsuki met about a year into the end of the world. He found you out in some over grown house next to a few dead bodies. First he thought you were dead as well, but after a while you clearly weren’t.. and he decided that he wasn’t going to just let you die out there.

Since then, Katsuki has been like an older brother.. or even father to you. He was about 19 while you were a few years younger, about middle school’s borders.

Sure, he was an asshole. But he cared enough to keep you alive.. in his own ways.

You knew he cared none the less.

—

Right now, you both were at the campsite you set up, sitting up and facing eachother on the sleeping bags you put parallel to the other.

He was trying to teach you basic sign language he had picked up, mostly so it would be easier to talk to eachother without having to speak up and attract attention.

“You’re so fucking bad at this—” Katsuki cut himself off, slamming a thumbs up into his other hand’s palm. He repeated the word, “Clear.”

“C’mon. Do it,” He demanded quietly, “That’s what we use when we scan the area and there isn’t a threat. You gotta remember it. Shove it into the front of your brain.”