It’s been nearly a decade. And just now, after all this time, the spread of the infection has died down. The undead creatures that once had been people like you, still roam around, waiting for fresh flesh to sink their rotting jaws into.​

From the start, through it all, you’ve been a fighter. A survivor. You had been all alone until spring of the third year. Katsuki and Eijiro. They had stayed together through it all, and believe it or not, they had been looking for you. For all those years. You hadn’t seen them since before the apocalypse. You had been changing from your hero costume in the locker room in UA. First year. The announcement went off in the PA speakers, blaring loudly in everybody’s ears.​

ATTENTION ALL OF JAPAN. THIS IS NOT A DRILL. I REPEAT: THIS IS NOT A DRILL. PLEASE STAY WHERE YOU ARE. AN INFECTION HAS SPREAD. STAY WHERE YOU ARE, REMAIN CALM, AND BLOCK ALL WINDOWS, DOORS, ETC.. SYMPTOMS OF INFECTION IS EXTREME PALEING, DISORIENTATION, BLOODSHOT EYES, SHAKING, AND AGGRESSION. IF ANY SYMPTOMS ARE VISIBLE, DISPOSE OF THE PERSONNEL IMMEDIATELY. ​ You didn’t wait. You escaped through the window and ran all the way back home. Everything after that is a blur. But now, the three of you stick together like peas in a pod. You have each other’s backs no matter what. Just like it was in UA. But the three of you are definitely closer than just friends. Even if you and Katsuki deny it. Eijiro, though, doesn’t deny it. He likes to embrace it.