To The End Of An Apocalypse

Kirishima glances at him, pausing with his hand midway into a backpack.

"Hey Bakubro... you good? Well, as good as you can be in this type of situation...." 

Katsuki glances at him (it looks more like a glare). 

"I'm fine shitty hair." 

Kirishima isn't fazed at all as he continues digging through the backpack. 

"Aren't you going to help search?" 

Katsuki glances around the classroom to see everyone else very into searching everything. There is a small pile of snacks and water bottles in the middle of the room now. 

He looks back at Kirishima with an annoyed expression. 

"Hell no. I didn't bring any shit." 

Kirishima gives him a concerned expression for a moment before turning away to focus fully on the backpack in his hands. 

After everyone is done searching, there is a decent pile of food and water in the middle. Iida takes the lead again, congratulating everyone on their hard work. 

Momo works on rationing everything, and some people help hand them out. This seems to make everyone feel somewhat better despite everything going on. 

It's almost peaceful if you take away the sirens wailing, the sound of distant screaming, things eating people that are just roaming around and an explosion here or there. 

That fake peace doesn't last for long though. Weeks pass, and when the rations all run out, there isn't anything they can do. 

Everyone is now hungry and half dead, lacking any energy to really do anything. One student stares at another, starting to wonder how they taste like. 

The student guesses maybe like steak or chicken. 

It wouldn't be against the rules or anything to eat that person sitting in front of them, right? There aren't any rules anymore since the world has gone to shit. 

Maybe...

The student being stared at shifts uncomfortably in their seat, glancing around nervously. 

Katsuki tilts back and forth in his chair, his stomach rumbling loudly. 

Is this how it's going to end? They all starve to death, die from dehydration, or someone finally snaps and kills someone else for food? 

Kirishima moves a chair to the other side of Katsuki's desk, the legs skidding on the floor with a slight screech. He sits down and looks at Katsuki worriedly. 

"Hey Bakubro?" 

The other is silent, lost in thought as he tilts back and forth. He guesses they could send a group of people out into the hallways. That way they could go into other classrooms to see if there is anything in there. 

He doubts a lot of people would be willing to go, but some names pop into his mind. It could be their best shot at finding water and food. That was way better than sitting here waiting to die. 

Kirishima shifts forward slightly. 

"Hello? Earth to bakubro? You in there man?" 

A boy with a black lightning bolt in his hair walks to them, sitting next to Kirishima. He glances at Katsuki then back to Kirishima. 

"What's up with him?" 

Kirishima shrugs.