Ochako was cheerfully eating peaches while watching footage from Mrs. Hado's highschool sports festival.

"How do you like the peaches?" Mrs. Hado asked kindly.

"They're delicious, granny! Thank you!"

"That's good-" The phone started ringing. Ochako quickly got up to get it.

"Hello, Hado residence!"

"Ochako!? It's me! Mom!"

"Mommy?" Ochako asked, "What's going on?"

"Ochako! I'm sorry sweetie but we won't be making it home..." Her mom was crying, "I just want to say that, your father and I love you. We love you very muc-" The phone was silent.

"Mommy?" Ochako asked nervously, the line was still running, it was just, her mom wasn't talking.

"MOMMY? WHAT HAPPENED!?" Ochako yelled into the receiver, it wasn't like her mom to make a call like this, "What happened..."


"Wassup everyone! Welcome to Whey-ting Out the Apocalypse! It's me your host, Denki Kaminari!" Ochako woke up to the sound of a stranger's voice and static.

"Today I'll be talking about surviving in groups! If you're all alone, good! More food and less fighting. Survivors tend to have mental breakdowns and go on killing sprees! If you're with a very close friend who is completely sane, better! Social contact is actually a very important thing to have to keep you from going insane. If you are alone and you want to hear a voice, tune in to my radio channel every Monday morning!" Denki started going into more details about special rules that people should put in place to avoid large conflicts to break out within groups.

"Izuku?" Ochako walked into the living room where Denki's voice was coming from.

"Ochako!" Izuku quickly stood up and pressed a few buttons on the strange box that Denki's voice was coming out of.

"Are you feeling better?" Izuku asked anxiously.

"What do you mean?" Ochako didn't asked, not remembering the events of the previous day.

"Oh, it's nothing..." Izuku pointed at the box, "Have you heard of Whey-ting Out the Apocalypse?"

"No... What's that?"

"Well there's this other survivor named Denki Kaminari. His quirk allows him to emit electricity and waves on the electromagnetic spectrum[1]. Basically, he broadcasts his voice and it can be picked up by this radio!" Izuku said as he tapped the box, "I was hoping that more people survived and were broadcasting news... But Whey-ting is the only channel I've ever found..."

"Radio?" Ochako asked confused.

"Oh! Well it's an old device that was used as media, I have a solar energy pack that I use to power it... But the pack isn't strong enough to power a refrigerator or anything big."

"I see..." The living room lapsed into silence before Izuku turned the radio back on.

"-nother rule that is good to set in place is physical contact. If you and your fellow survivor happen to be male and female, it is best to avoid physical contact unless you are completely prepared for raising kids, if by any chance you are, go ahead! Don't let me stop you-" Izuku shut off the radio with a blush growing rapidly on his face.

"He doesn't always talk abut that..." Izuku immediately covered for the host of the channel, "Most the time it's reports on cities or tips about different things..." Izuku's words held no importance as Ochako hadn't been paying attention to Denki or him; Instead, she was staring at a picture of Izuku on the wall. It was a cute picture of him when he was younger. The little Izuku was wearing a Lumilion hero costume and smiling widely. Next to him was a boy with spiky blond hair and murderous red eyes; While it was strange to describe a four year old's eyes as "murderous" there was no better word to use. The kid looked like he wanted to kill the person taking the picture, specifically with explosions. How he conveyed that much information with only a glare was a mystery as great as, how many licks does it take to get to the center of a Twinkie.

There were other pictures around the room, but most of them were missing sections; Someone had gone through and torn pieces of the photos with other people on them, the only recognizable people were Izuku and the murderous blond person.

"Who is he?" Ochako asked pointing at the photo.

"Him? That's Kac- Katsuki Bakugou..." Izuku paused, family names didn't really matter anymore, "He is my childhood friend..."

"Is!? He's still alive?" Ochako perked up, survivors that weren't complete strangers were good things.

"He left a couple weeks ago..." Izuku avoided the question, "Anyways, I'm going to be collecting more water! Do you want to come?" Ochako thought over it for a second, while there was no real ties keeping her from leaving Izuku, he did shelter and feed her, she owed him.

"Sure! I'd be glad to help!"


"Where were you going before stopping here?" Izuku asked, they were walking to a place to get water.

"Well, I was heading towards Tokyo to look for my… parents."

Izuku was silent, "Tokyo... Is..." He couldn't finish his sentence.

"I'll go eventually, I just think I'll wait until my feet have recovered a bit..." Ochako's feet were still heavily bandaged from the blisters she had.

"Oh..." Izuku knew she would leave eventually, he just didn't want to accept it. Living alone was lonely, "Anyways, we can get more water if we spilt up. I'll go to the creek and you can go to the super market."

"Alright!" Ochako readily agreed.

"After you get the water, let's meet back here."

Once at the supermarket, Ochako realized that every bottle had been cleared out, presumably by survivors.

"There isn't any water here..." She walked out into the parking lot and noticed a river running next to the market, "I guess that can work..."

She picked up an empty jug that had that had been left behind and climbed down the hill to the stream.


Izuku on the other hand was bathing in the stream. He was going to get water, but he hadn't bathed in over a week and he felt awkward being around a member of the opposite gender smelling like a beach covered in trash. He washed quickly so that he didn't keep Ochako waiting very long.

"AUUUGH!" He froze and slowly turned to look where the scream came from. Standing there was a very red Ochako with a jug of water.

"I-I-I..." Ochako's head began emitting steam, "I'M SORRY!" She turned around and covered her eyes, "There was no water left in the supermarket... I thought I could fill up this container with the stream and... And..." She began muttering in a similar matter to Izuku, the only real difference being that she was floating a couple meters off of the ground.

"O-Ochako!" Izuku yelled at her as he pulled on his clothes despite being soaking wet.

"What the hell is going on!?" A very angry voice asked. Ochako uncovered her eyes and saw another person standing on the other side of the creek.

"I come back after a couple weeks and this is what you're up to!?" Ochako felt like she knew the person, she just couldn't remember from where.

"K-Kacchan!" Izuku said in surprise.

"Kacchan?" Ochako asked. The. She remembered, the boy in front of her was the boy in all of the pictures at Izuku's house.

Katsuki Bakugou glared at him, "Are you really that surprised to see me, Deku? Let's go home, I'm starving."


Hello... World... So... Sorry about the wait, I was a little busy keeping up "A Worthless Quirk" which has a lot more followers then this fic does. "Last Ones" is also a lot harder to write because all of the scenarios basically have to be original. But I'll be trying to update this a little bit more.

[1] Also! I upgraded Denki's quirk(and I might upgrade a few others) because theoretically quirks should get stronger and stronger as time goes on. This being 50 years in the future, it makes sense that quirks would be a bit tougher then before.

Again, sorry about the wait, and I hope you liked this chapter.

-TitaniumDragon22