First Sign of Kindness

Uraraka let out a yawn. "Mm…I wish we didn't have to get here so early."

Jiro poured herself a great mug's worth of black coffee while she nodded in agreement. "Yeah. If only fires and natural disasters waited until at least ten in the morning, huh?"

The morning after their dinner, Uraraka and Jiro were sitting at the kitchen in the fire-departments station. After their morning workout the two women had finally gotten a break to get something to eat. Jiro was currently wondering where her life could have gone so wrong to make her get up at 5 to be at work on time while Uraraka was glad she got any sleep at all. After the reminder Monomo had given her last night, she was so worried it was a miracle she even made it to her bed. Course the amount of sleep she got wasn't anything to be proud of, but that's what morning workout and tea is for. There were a few other stragglers from their work around them, but the two women were so focused on trying to not collapse on the counter that they didn't notice them.

"I just wish we didn't have to come here when nothing was happening," Jiro complained, quietly to avoid catching 13, the chief's, attention. "I could be getting stuff done at home." Sure, Uraraka understood Jiro's desire to get more sleep. But she did not agree to that. They were paid to get stuff done in the firehouse, even when nothing was happening. It was easy money.

Besides. "We always need someone to be ready just in case something happens. What would we do if the alarms went off and there was no one ready to deal with the problem?"

Jiro just rolled her eyes as she practically gulped down the coffee. "Oh sure, take the dutiful worker route. How likely is it, really, that something's going to happen at 7 in the morning? On a Wednesday? Even with the drought, people are starting to be more conscious about their water supply. And car crashes usually need just a few police cars." Uraraka tried not to let her skeptical look show, but Jiro caught it anyway. "Oh come on. Just you wait, nothing's gonna,"

Before Jiro could even finish her sentence, the alarms went off. Over the sound of people rushing around and jumping to attention, Jiro glared at Uraraka. "You caused this somehow. Didn't you?"

"No," Uraraka promised, but hid her giggle with her hand. "The world must be out to get one of us." Jiro scoffed, mumbling under her breath that with their luck, it was likely both of them. Uraraka kept on a small smile while she took their cups and placed them near the sink. There was no need to rush. It was likely just a stray cat in a tree or maybe even a kid who accidentally called 911.

As she and Jiro rushed to the trucks, she was shocked to find everyone running around in chaos. People who had been there for years and knew the drill were sprinting like there was no tomorrow. Both Uraraka and Jiro gaped at each other, as if making sure the other was seeing the same thing. Confused, Uraraka decided to follow suit and rushed to gather their materials and jump on the truck. When she and Jiro finally managed to pull themselves onto the end of the fire truck, she was lucky to find Shinso next to her. "Shinso! What's going on? Why is everyone in such a rush?"

The normally bored looking man's eyes were alert and ready to move to attention. His eyes flickered to Uraraka with an intensity that startled all the sleep deprivation out of her. "The call came in from the east side of the city. Apparently one of the old apartment buildings was destroyed."

Uraraka thought she'd missed the part where she woke up and was still dreaming. Her mouth must have dropped open as the drivers in the front started the engines. "The entire building?" Ochaco blanched. "Wha- how does that even happen?"

"I don't know," he said with a shake of his head. "But that's not our job. It was a pretty old building so there aren't many people there, but it was also early in the morning. There's likely a number of people who were asleep when it happened. So far the information we've got show no deaths, but there are a number of people missing and likely some caught in the rubble. Our main job is search and rescue. Finding out how it happened is the cop's job." Ochaco nodded, still stunned at this sudden realization. An entire building just…gone? How did that even happen? An earthquake? But then it wouldn't be just one building down…

Explosives? Was it possible someone had caused the building to collapse on purpose? No…Uraraka shook the thought out of her head. It may have been an explosion, but who would want to destroy an old apartment building? Maybe there was a gas leak…Whatever the case, it wasn't time to figure that out. No, Ochaco had to make sure everyone was safe and alive. They had said that so far there were only a few injuries and no reported deaths. But that didn't mean anything. She hoped everyone was okay…

Bakugou was most certainly not okay.

He growled, pushing rocks and beams out of his face. If it weren't for the extra layer of thick skin he had, he would have been pierced with the metal rods that had fallen on him in the crash. Feh. Like some man-made contraptions from such a pathetic world could ever hurt him.

When his ship had crash-landed, at first he assumed it had landed in a big pile of rocks. Only after looking around did he laugh, realizing that the pile of rocks was actually a human building. People lived in that piece of junk? He shook his head as he assessed the damage. Not the building, he couldn't care less about that. Even though he'd barrelled through the roof, a few floors and ended up in the basement, causing multiple floors to cave in around him, he didn't care. Unfortunately the ship, the thing he really did care about, had been damaged by the laser and the landing. It was beyond repair, even for his abilities. He cursed at his luck. Judging from the building around him, he doubted this planet was civilized enough to create anything beyond basic space-travel. He'd have to build his own rocket to get off this rock.

Also unfortunately, he was so busy thinking about his ship that he didn't give any consideration to how he was going to get out of the mess around him.

Sure he'd been able to get out of the pod. But when he hit the self-destruct on it to make sure it couldn't be tracked, even more of the rocks and foundations around him collapsed. What a weak piece of architecture! It wasn't even a big explosion! Earthling creations must have been even worse than he assumed. What a foolish civilization. Their planet had some of the most powerful, useful natural resources in all of the known galaxies, yet they destroyed it and made towers that could barely survive a small blast? Pathetic. When he ruled this solar system, he would fix that.

Darn it. If he hadn't used so much energy escaping his prison, he would easily be able to lift those rocks and pieces of metal that covered him. But with the loss of power, he wasn't strong enough. He could make it all explode, but without knowing what's going on above, he could just get in worse trouble. If he was free he might be able to climb his way out but the second explosion had sent rocks had caught his right leg. Any pushing or explosions on the rocks would just cause more debris. Freaking stupid human contraptions. He- an international criminal with the power to destroy world and corrupt entire civilizations- was currently stuck underneath a few rocks.

Thanks to the star-like shaped skin behind his ears, he could hear what was going on around him even if he couldn't see it. A while ago there had been lots of annoying, human screams and wail that made him want to just end it all in order to stop listening. Then there had been the sound of primitive engines that stopped when they got close. A few more wailing sounds, some artificial like a machine. A few rocks and boulders smashing together, likely being moved to get citizens out. If that was the case, they would eventually get to him.

That realization sent him on guard once again. Did he want to wait for the humans to catch him? No- Of course not! He could already see their first move. Realizing that what they had found wasn't human. Either he would be killed (Or attempted to be killed. They couldn't kill him) or captured for experimentation. Like he was going to let some low-life's use him as a lab rat.

A few rocks around him shuffled. He realized with a start that the metal around him was being lifted. They were getting closer. Snarling, he threw the shirt off and used his hands to quickly light it on fire. The rest of his clothes would have to do, but he did not want to risk human's recognizing the prison uniform. It was unlikely, but he couldn't risk the idea that some aliens were working undercover on this planet. After bracing his leg carefully, he tracked the area where most of the sound was coming from. Raising both arms he slowly ignited the charges in his arms.

As soon as he saw them, they were done. After they screamed he'd vaporize them, take whatever machines they had, pull himself out and climb away from the debris. What he did after that he'd decide later. For that moment he needed to focus. Wait for the scream…Be ready…

The slab of concrete in front of him was pulled to the side. The rays of their closest stars shot into his eyes, momentarily blinding him. He hissed and covered his face with one arm, ignoring the sounds of the machinery that was likely moving the rocks around him. After a moment to adjust, he slowly opened his eyes to focus on the threat.

It was a human. A female, if their biology was similar to the rest of the world. Unlike many aliens Bakugou knew of, humans certainly looked like they were not biologically adept to survive. The female had soft light skin that would have been easy to break, wide eyes that were easy targets and a big smile that anyone could force poison into but lacked the sharp teeth to fight back. She appeared significantly shorter than Bakugou, and if that was average height for humans, he would easily be able to overpower them. No wonder the humans had so many inventions. It made them feel less inadequate.

The one in front of him at least had large hands for battle, a significant amount of body fat that would keep her warm and muscles that even caused Bakugou to give her a second threat assessment. The brown hair was short too, so it would be harder for an enemy to grab in battle. Was she attractive by human standards? He couldn't tell. He wished he could, because that information would be good if humans were easy to trick with pretty faces. In Bakugou's personal preference, he couldn't care less if she was attractive or ugly, so made no initial judgments. He was more concerned with the large orange and yellow uniform she wore with a metal red hat. Their soldier's uniform? Would he have to fight his way out? To prepare, he raised both arms in a defensive stance. Now he just needed the scream…

"You're alive!" The human gasped, an oddly jubilant smile spreading across her face. "Oh, that's a miracle. We thought if anyone was down at these levels…oh, I'm sorry. Are you hurt?"

Bakugou blinked. Hurt? Him? Maybe if he was a pathetic human he would be dead, but nothing on that stupid rock could hurt him.

Where were the screams? The fear and rage in his opponent that would give him the go to attack? He stared at this human, waiting for the expected reaction and getting nothing. The human frowned at him, showing a curiosity Bakugou did not understand. "Hello? Can you hear me? Were your ears damaged?" Of course not. He wasn't weak. A few explosions couldn't hurt him. But the strange human certainly was confusing him.

When he didn't answer, she mumbled to himself. "Shock. That's okay. Hey, you're going to be okay." Of course he was. It was her who should be afraid. She slowly moved closer, careful with the debris that she moved around so nothing would fall. As she did she caught sight of his leg. "Ah! You're caught! Don't worry, I'll get you out. There's nothing to be afraid of." Bakugou said nothing, staring at this human. His blood started to boil out of anger. What was wrong with her? Was she a human anomaly? Were humans so dumb they couldn't realize when there was a threat right in front of them?

This human- this damaged human, from Bakugou's perspective, managed to get some footing. As soon as she got closer, Bakugou was immediately alert. He raised both arms in defense, snarling as a dinosaur would before it gobbled the defenseless cow hole. The human stopped, clearly startled. Good. At least she had some sense. Now if he could just get a good hit in…

"Hey, hey hey." To Bakugou's utter disbelief, the human reached forward. She took his large hand in hers, clasping it in a firm grasp. He was so startled he didn't even break her fingers. She smiled at him, a warm smile that lacked the usual malice that Bakugou recognized. He couldn't identify her smile. What was she planning? "You don't have to worry. You're safe now. My name is Uraraka Ochaco. I promise to get you out alive." He barely registered the words she was saying. Was she insane? Right on his hand? He could have blown her up instantly! What was wrong with her? Why-

Why did Aizawa flash through his mind? What? How did he somehow relate this human with the intergalactic officer? They looked nothing alike. They were not the same species, and nothing about the setting was the same. For some reason, he could not erase the connection from his mind.

He didn't know. It became very clear to him in that moment that there was a lot of things that he may not know. If he was going to escape this world, potentially take it over, he needed to know things. Like why this human was not afraid. Why she felt the need to ensure his safety instead of annihilating him. What…what she was even doing? He needed to know this.

"What's your name?" He returned to staring at her in surprise. She looked at him expectantly, waiting for an answer. He looked at the innocent, possibly naïve human staring at him. She wanted to help him? Perfect. She'd help him alright. Then, when her usefulness was gone, he'd destroy her.

While clenching her hands tight, he released what must have been a deviously terrifying grin. "Katsuki Bakugou."