Once a partially completed draft, now done.

The trio walked along the avenue-turned-river of what used to be Vodvizhenka Street. Currently, they're at a far-off distance from the station entrance, and they had to cross mounds of snow and jump across the rivers so far. Red Square wasn't in sight yet, but it's actually just across, though due to the change of the city's topography they have to journey further. "Just a few more city blocks and we'll get across to Red Square!" Kirishima stated as he tried to remove something that's blocking their path. Bakugou huffed at this efforts and brushed past him. "Idiot. You're taking too long. I'm doing this." And his palms sparked, alarming both Midoriya and Kirishima.

As Bakugou's sparks built up, Kirishima tried to coax him out of it, but the blonde's sparks only stopped when Midoriya grabbed Bakugou's wrist, and staring at him. "You might alert any bandits or mutants nearby. Please think, Kacchan." and he looked at the blonde with doe-like eyes.

Bakugou tugged his hand away from Midoriya with a "tch" but he backed off, and grunted. Kirishima went back to removing the obstruction after that, still amazed at Midoriya's "quirk". Eventually, when the other two helped, they got through the obstruction. Then Midoriya's watch beeped while they walked along a sidewalk. "Oh, time to switch filters." And he checked his pockets for some spare filters. He found some filters in his backpack, but they turned out to be the ones from his previous trip that he forget to give back to Tetsutetsu for recycling; they're used.

I completely forgot to change these! I must've forgotten when I was taking Kacchan to the infirmary! Oh no, that means I won't be able to breath much longer! I gotta go back to the station but it's way too far now-

"Oi, freckle face. The fuck is wrong with you?"

Midoriya turned out to be mumbling to himself again, and when he snapped out of it, Bakugou's arm was outstretched to him, a filter in hand. The curly haired boy blinked twice, and it served to irritate Bakugou a bit more. "Fucking take it already or I'm shoving it to your face." Midoriya just stared at the filter, unsure if he should take it.

But Kacchan doesn't like charities! I'm sure the same goes the other way around too-!

Then Bakugou got impatient enough to go and unscrew Midoriya's used filter out, shoving it in his backpack, and putting the new one in the slot. "You're of no use to anyone as a shitty radioactive corpse. You owe me." And Bakugou flicked the fibreglass of Midoriya's gasmask as he finished, making the other blink at him.

After a few more blinks, Kirishima and Bakugou were waiting on him, and the redhead was teasing the blonde for being so kind for once, making said blonde irritated. "As much as I love teasing Blasty here, we gotta go, Midoriya! Nighttime waits for no one!" the ranger directed to Midoriya while he still grinned at Bakugou. At that, Midoriya laughed awkardly and walked past Bakugou and followed Kirishima.

After a few city blocks, they come across Aleksandrovsky Sad, or Aleksander Gardens, in all of it's overgrown and frosted-over glory; the sun was still up, the rays of light reflecting over the frost. The group kept on going for the gardens. Once at the gate for Aleksandrovsky sad, Kirishima climbed up and over the black iron fence first, then once he's on the other side, he opened the gate, which squealed a bit thanks to rust. Midoriya went through the gate first, then Bakugou, who closed it back shut just in case.

The trio trekked along what remains of a concrete path, being careful not to slip and slide on its frosty surface; Midoriya almost slipped once, so he took hold on Bakugou's shoulders for support. As they walked, Midoriya was in awe. "I have never seen so many plants in my life! They're frozen, but still plants!" Midoriya looked at a bunch of overgrown bushes and weeds, and at some trees with bioluminiscent spores on them. "Shut it, freckles. You want mutants to crawl up on our asses?" Bakugou chided him, still supporting the curly haired boy. "It just looks so amazing, Kacchan.."

Then the group come across an overgrown tunnel, with what appeared to be a bunch of hanging vines. Kirishima had stopped in front of them, but it took the ranger's hand on Midoriya's shoulder to keep him from going closer. "Those things kill, y'know? They're called Liana or eh.. stabby-stabby branch vine thingys."

Bakugou pushed through them, annoyed at them for taking their time. "How about you leave these stabby-fucking-fuckers to me, eh?" and the blonde walked into the tunnel, and just as a Liana curled up to stab him, he grabbed the base of the branch, and with a muffled explosion, he tore the vine clear off its base, and he used the severed vine to stab one of two side-by-side vines then blowing off the other vine off its base; with the last Liana at the end of the tunnel, he just tugged at it violently and tossed it over to the frozen lake. "Clear. Now get fucking moving." the blonde proceeded to walk out of the tunnel, scouting the route ahead.

Kirishima is impressed, the grin in his face saying so. Meanwhile, Midoriya isn't just impressed, he's awestruck by the blonde's performance.

Kacchan's so quick! So cool! Powerful too! Like All Might!

And by the time he's done fanboying, Kirishima's already at the other end. "C'mon Midoriya! There are bears here, y'know?" the ranger said with a laugh.

Midoriya quickly ran across the dirt tunnel.

The sky already happened to be turning a faint color of orange, signalling to the group that they have to head to the ranger outpost immediately; by now, they're close to exiting the gardens, as stated by Kirishima. "The outpost is in the museum, just across the shopping mall and this fence. C'mon guys, we gotta pick up the pace!" the ranger was currently looking for an opening somewhere in the fence since using their quirks here can attract mutants or crazy bandits. Eventually, he found an army truck that had rammed the fence, and he figured they can use the truck to climb over, which they did. Once Kirishima's up, he helped Midoriya up first, then the two with Bakugou. After carefully traversing the canvas cover of the truck on its back, they're on the other side, seeing the broken glass dome of what used to be the underground Okhotny Ryad shopping mall.

Apart from the dome, they were greeted with a view of what remains of Red Square's towering walls, the towers themselves that acted as the hubs, and Red Square itself, though their target, the Kremlin, isn't in view. All of the buildings and walls are in red brick, coated in frost and white snow, something that the usual metro dweller would have never seen before; Midoriya's the usual metro dweller, so he's awestruck. "C'mon, we gotta get to the museum. It's that fancy looking building there." he points to a red brick building with boarded-up windows, two towers and a destroyed statue in front of it. "Oh and uh.. let's stick close to each other, alright? In case we disturb them." Kirishima suddenly warned, stepping over the concrete pavement carefully.

Midoriya sweated buckets at that. "T-them?" he squeaked. Then Bakugou's hand suddenly clasped at Midoriya's shoulder, and pushed him a little to keep on going forward. "Weren't you paying attention earlier? Them. Fucking ghosts." the curly haired boy stopped dead in his tracks when Bakugou said ghosts, making the blonde shove him again to keep on moving. "Stay close to shitty hair, idiot. You want them to grab you?" he threatened. "T-they can grab you?!" Midoriya turned around swiftly to face Bakugou with a panicked expression, then he tripped on a fallen lamp post, falling on his side. There, he saw into the shopping mall, which had a bunch of shadowy silhouettes of human figures being displayed in various places and grotesque positions around the mall, only being visible thanks to the sunlight making the shadows form. But Midoriya didn't see anyone, or anything else around them.

But.. where are they? I don't see their bodies anywhere?

..

The.. ghosts?

Then he started hearing light echoes of human voices, which increased in intensity as he focused his sight on a particular silhouette of a family. The echoes increased until what they're saying became audible to Midoriya.

Pomogiii naaaam!

..

Hhhelp uss!

An ear piercing scream suddenly filled Midoriya's eardrums, then Bakugou suddenly yanked up Midoriya by his arm, dragging him along the concrete pavemnt towards Kirishima, who had stopped to check on them. "Aw dammit! They felt us! C'mon, let's get to the safehouse ASAP before this gets any worse!"

And so they rushed towards the museum, ignoring the faint echoes and screams of the undead as much as they could. Once at the wooden doors of the building, Kirishima opened them up effortlessly, and once inside, the ranger carefully closed the door after them, and the echoes in their ears stopped. Catching a breather, the group looked around their immediate surroundings; the building itself is very grandiose, and there are pedestals everywhere, along with rotted paintings of Imperial Russian families and tsars of old. "This used to be a museum of all things Imperial Russian. What used to be here are either looted or decayed already. People loved the gold stuff though, especially the electricians and smithys." Kirishima then took his gas mask off, alarming Midoriya. "Don't worry, the place is alright, we cleaned it. Just put your mask back on when we go back out tomorrow." the ranger reassured them, prompting Bakugou to take his own gasmask off, while Midoriya still had trouble taking his own gasmask out, making the blonde help him in taking it off.

The ranger found the scene rather endearing, especially since the blonde is a normally volatile bandit with the patience of a grenade fuse.

Hours later, the sun sets, turning the sky a dark blue, and the room the trio are set up in are now only illuminated by a bunch of gas lamps. Currently, Bakugou and Kirishima were sitting on couches opposite of each other, while Midoriya was looking at the little library for stuff to take his mind off things, like earlier's events.

"I'm surprised nothing's attacking us yet, with all these fucking lamps. Hell, why are there no ghosts in here?" Bakugou stated matter-of-factly, eyeing Kirishima for answers. "Ah, a fellow ranger used his illusion quirk here. To other people, it'll look like a burnt up building. Awesome, right? As for the ghosts.. I dunno.. maybe same reason?" the ranger did a thumbs up to Bakugou along with his grin. Bakugou responded with a bored groan, and so Kirishima went back to sitting idly at his couch, until he felt like bothering Bakugou again.

The time to bother Bakugou again would be minutes later, when the blonde had enough sitting down and is now standing up, warming his hands. "Hey dude, have you ever seen your name in Japanese? I mean, in the character thingy?" Kirishima started minutes later, getting bored. Bakugou grunted in response while warming his hands close to a lamp. "Never cared." he replied curtly. Kirishima then lit up, going to his backpack just beside his couch and looking around it until he found what looked like a little book with Japanese Kanji and an arrow pointing to Russian Cyrillic on the cover. "I bought this from a merchant for fifty bullets. With this, we can see how our names would look like!" he beamed, showing the book to Bakugou, who looked at it with vague interest. "Wasting money on something like that. Ridiculous." his response made Kirishima pout. "Aww c'mon. Ever heard of sentimentality? I'd like to know more about my roots too." the ranger says, opening the book and reading its contents. Bakugou let the ranger be and continued warming his hands, it was his lost money after all.

After ten minutes, Kirishima suddenly pipes up. "Hey Bakubro! Take a look here!" the ranger then went up to Bakugou's side, showing to him a piece of paper with pencil marks on it with what seemed to be Japanese characters.

緑谷出久

爆豪勝己

切島鋭児郎

"This writing system is so complex dude! And people actually wrote like this! It's awesome, right?" Kirishima stated while pointing at the Kanji in awe. Bakugou looked at it to feign interest, but Izuku's Kanji caught his eye, looking very familiar.

出久

"That's 'Izuku' in Japanese?" The blonde asked the redheaded ranger, pointing at Izuku's Kanji. The ranger nodded once, smiling. "Yep! Though Midoriya told me once that it can mean another thing too.. I just can't remember what. I think it was some bad nickname?" Kirishima groaned and rubbed at this temples. Bakugou took in Kirishima's information, and scrutinized the Kanji lettering. He remembers seeing them in his memories too, when he and the smiley boy would do Japanese calligraphy on junk paper in Teatralnaya.

出久..

Дэку..

Deku.

You're a Deku! It's in your name!

"Deku.." Kirishima turned to look at Bakugou, bewildered. "What?" he asked, blinking. "Deku." Bakugou parroted, turning his head to face Kirishima, who was still confused.

You're useless! Bespolezniy, as the Russians say!

"It means 'useless'."

It was here that Bakugou realized that the smiling boy in his faded memories, was none other than his curly haired contractor, Izuku Midoriya. The images of the little boy in his memories assembled itself with the foggy outline in his head, along with Midoriya's images. Like puzzle pieces, he put them together;

Curly, green hair.

Big, green eyes.

Freckles.

Teatralnaya childhood.

..

Kacchan?

Yet he can't jump to conclusions. Not with just this anyway.

And while thinking that, said contractor had just returned from the little room of books, a pile on his hands, and he had noticed the tension in the air, asking Bakugou what's wrong. "..chan? Kacchan? Did.. something happen?" he fidgets with his fingers nervously, looking at Kirishima, who shrugged, so he looked back at the blonde.

Then Bakugou turned to face Midoriya, slightly putting the latter in a state of unease with his piercing gaze;

"Deku..?"

Now I will be updating my other fics first before updating this again.