They gathered everyone in the teacher's lounge on the first floor. Midoriya was sitting on the floor, her head buried deep in her knees as she tried to refrain from crying. She didn't know what was happening. Her mind couldn't comprehend the amount of blood in front of her middle school building, she couldn't fathom the amount of death, or not death, she had just witnessed. And to think Kacchan was almost bitten like the rest of them.

Was Katsuki bitten?

"Kacchan," she murmured. She was surprised he heard her because he was across the room and her voice couldn't be louder than a whisper. He was next to her in seconds, kneeling in front of her.

"Are you bleeding?" he asked, wiping his thumb across her cheek. Midoriya ignored the red that covered her cheeks and wiped her thumb across the same area, gasping when she saw red on her thumb. She wasn't hurt anywhere, was it from the gunshot? Oh right, the cop never hit the man.

"I think it's from a parent," she said. "One of the cops tried to hit the man that attacked you but missed and hit someone else who was running by." Missed her by a few inches, that was the scary part. She had forgotten about how hard she had flinched at that moment and the panic that had momentarily covered her before they were dragged back into the building. She was surprised more people weren't with them, but the whole situation was a mess and scattered in pieces in her head.

"Is everyone alright?" the teacher asked. Midoriya recalled her name being Ms. Imada. She was the teacher of class 3-B, the class right below hers. Mindoriya heard she was nice, and she sounded sweet, but even she was shaken by what had happened outside.

There were six other students in the room with them, beside herself and Kacchan. There was Tsubasa, Kacchan's friend who often bullied her with him. There was Aoi, the redhead in their class that was often in everyone's business. Then there were four other students–two boys and two girls–who she was vaguely aware of. She'd seen them a few times around and maybe heard their names thrown around every once in a while, but she couldn't exactly place which name with which person.

"I'm fine," Aoi said, picking at her nails as she looked down at our phones. "Are we allowed to leave?"

"No," the cop said. "There's too many infected around." The cop that was talking was gingerly holding his shoulder, hissing when his hand moved over his wound. Midoriya stood to her feet, tentatively approaching the man. He flinched when she tried to touch his wound.

"You shouldn't touch a wound with those gloves. You might get it infected with the germs on them," Midoriya said, removing the man's hand. "What is it?" There was a slash mark that looked coincidently similar to a bullet wound. She grabbed some tissues nearby and applied them to the wound.

"Gunshot," he said through clenched teeth. His wound was easily bleeding through the tissue. She assumed they'd need the first aid kit. There'd be thicker bandages that would be able to catch the blood.

"Um, Mirodriya, I-I can get the first aid kit if you need me too," a girl with mousy brown hair said. Another girl with dark hair offered to get the first aid kit, then the two of them were off to the nurse's office. The other officer in the room, who had been looking out the window, closed the blinds and gathered everyone else to the farthest corner of the room.

"There's no help coming," he revealed. "There have been hotspots of the virus throughout Japan, and most of the teams have retreated from their designated hotspot." Midoriya's heart dropped. Would they be stuck there forever? Where would they sleep? What would they eat? How would they shower? They didn't have fresh sets of clothes, just their school uniform, and their gym clothes. Speaking of which, she should change her clothes and wash her face. The blood was starting to bother her.

"Can you dispatch anyone to at least get the children out?" the injured officer asked, leaning against the window in pain.

"No, all lines have been disconnected," the other officer responded. Midoriya glanced down at her phone, looking to see if she had a signal. She didn't, and it looked like no one else did either. She couldn't contact her mother if she tried to.

"Alright, then we'll have to set up a shelter in the gym. I believe there are cots located in the storage room in case of a natural disaster. The cafeteria should have jugs of water so we don't have to rely on the school fountains," Ms. Imada said. Midoriya continued to make a plan in her head. At most, they'd have to wait a few hours, maybe even a few days before any form of help arrived. The school might've gotten a new order of food, which was good for them. They wouldn't have to ration any amount of food for a while.

"There might be blankets in the nurse's office," Midoriya said. "And we can get drinks from the vending machine before we start to deplete the water in the cafeteria." Ms. Imada smiled at her, giving her a thumbs up that made her blush. She never got praised much for anything.

"That's not a bad idea," the officer said. "It looks like Fujino here could use a cot at the moment." The injured officer let out a strained chuckle which looked like it took the life out of him. Midoriya led him to a chair where he could sit. He was getting more pale by the second from blood loss. She applied more pressure to the wound.

"I don't want to stay here," Aoi said, tapping on her phone furiously as she tried to dial her parents. "I want to go home." the other two nameless boys nodded, looking just as equally furious at the news. Midoriya herself was bothered by it. She wanted to know if her mom was okay, especially since she never called in the first place. She was supposed to be at the Bakugou's, waiting for her mother's arrival before they went to their place. She didn't want to stay, but she also didn't want to leave the officer's protection. The officers were the most protection they would have for the time being, and they needed it if they wanted to get past those monsters.

"Let's head over now. We'll get the girls on the way over and we'll talk more about it when we get there," Ms. Imada said, leading the way to the gym. Midoriya noticed how Fujino seemed to have no energy left, relying heavily on his other officer friend to carry him to the gym. The moment he entered the big room, Katsuki and Tsubasa made their way to storage to get the cots. There were ten, so everyone had one for themselves. The girls entered the room shortly after with Ms. Imada, first aid and blankets at hand.

"Thank you," Midoriya said, taking the supplies and applying them to the man's wound. She noticed how tender the wound was, the bloodshed seizing momentarily. She applied peroxide to a cotton gauze, cleaning the wound as tenderly as she could. She didn't want to open the wound again. Once she was done, she wrapped it in a cotton bandage and let the man rest. He thanked her before he fell asleep.

"Where'd you learn to do that," the girl with the mousy hair said. Midoriya shrugged her shoulders, trying, but failing to make eye contact with the girl. Usually, when girls talked to her they're very demeaning and condescending, but this girl seemed fairly respectful towards her. She had even referred to her as San when she said her name earlier.

"M-My mom is a part-time nurse at the hospital. She, uh, t-teaches me some things just in case anything happens," she explained, stuttering as the sentence continued. She needed to work on that. She shouldn't feel intimidated by a kind girl that was three inches shorter than her, especially since shorter girls had been meaner to her before.

"That's so smart of her. I wish my mom told me things like that. My name is Hitomi," the girl said, dropping her hand in front of Midoriya. She stared at it for a long while, trying to figure out if she meant the gesture or not. It was usually a sign of impending friendship, something Midoriya had never received before.

"You already knew my name," Midoriya stated, deciding against shaking the girl's hand. As much as she wanted to make a friend, she doubted it would happen. She didn't want to give herself false hope. The girl didn't seem offended by her decision.

"You are marked as one of the highest students for midterms once again. I remembered you because everyone referred to you as the really smart girl with plain features," the girl easily rambled. Midoriya's face dropped almost immediately. Did she know people talked about her? Yes. Did she know it usually wasn't nice? Also yes. However, that never meant she wasn't hurt by the things they said.

"Oh," she said, deciding that maybe it wouldn't be smart to have a conversation with this girl. She didn't need someone else reminding her of why she wasn't good enough. She already got enough as it was.

"I mean, not that you're not beautiful of course! It's just a lot of girls saying you are boring and not worth the time, but that obviously isn't true since you helped that man without second-guessing yourself," the continued. At that point, Midoriya didn't know whether to be insulted or complimented. This girl was just as bad at talking as she was, but at least Midoriya knew when to open and shut her mouth.

"Alright," Midoriya said, trying to leave the conversion. The girl, however, wouldn't let her go, almost looking desperate as she turned to her friend for help. Her friend smirked at Midoriya, almost looking evil as she began to talk.

"You're the one Miyoa said had a penis right?" the girls with the dark hair asked. "Or was it a large clitoris? I can't remember." MIdoriya's cheeks flushed as embarrassment flooded through her. She didn't even know how that rumor started spreading, especially since she never changed in front of the other girls. The other two nameless guys laughed with the dark-haired girl. Even Tsubasa was having a kick out of it.

"Shut the fuck up," Katsuki growled from behind her, glaring at the two girls in front of him and the three boys. Both of their faces dropped immediately. Midoriya wanted to hide. Had he heard what they said? He probably heard months ago when the rumor was spreading. It still bothered her to this day how someone could make something up and get away with it.

As Katsuki cussed the other two out, Midoriya set her cot up in the corner of the gym away from everyone else. Even despite the word seemingly ending, people were still against her. It shouldn't matter anymore. They had just witnessed so many people die and were worried about how big or tinny her clitoris was.

"Why are you sulking in the goddamn corner?" Katsuki asked. Midoriya didn't bother to look up at him. She didn't want to see him laughing at her too.

"They're making fun of me," she stated. "I'm fine here by myself." She sat on her cot, running her hand through her hair and gagging when her hand ran through the dried blood. She needed a shower, but the school showers were dirty and public. She didn't want anyone else following her in and making fun of whatever body part they chose.

"It's safer over there. Move your cot back," he said. She wanted to argue with him, to just mind her own business in her own corner of the gym, but then he gave her a terrifying scowl and she couldn't say no. She dragged her cot back wordlessly, placing it next to his. He would be her only neighbor. All the other cots were set up on his other side.

Midoriya looked at her phone one more time, dialing her mother's number and listening as silence played back. She couldn't even get her voicemail to play. The sad reality of the truth kicked in. She may never see her mother again. She wished she had said I love you one more time before her mother left for one of her long shifts. When was the last time she said it? She hadn't said it last night or that morning when she had seen her mom. She couldn't recall the entire week when she had said. She wished she did.

She wiped away the one tear that fell down her cheek. She wouldn't cry. There was still hope. Help could be on the way when the situation died down. Katsuki was still with her, that was a plus. If they were allowed to go home, she was sure her mother would be there with his parents. Maybe they'd be locked up in the house, or maybe they would even try to come and get them from the school. There was still hope, but Midoriya had other things to do in the meantime besides hope.

She needed a change of clothes.