City Boy Out of His Depth [Luka]

School had been killing him, it was so much harder than he had thought it would be. His social life had dropped basically to 0, his brain had melted (and not in the way it should have as a slime) and he had become so isolated that he barely knew what was going on anymore. It wasn't sustainable, it wasn't something he could do anymore if he wanted to remain healthy. And so he had taken the weekend for himself and stepped away from U.A. to clear his mind. Sure, he'd gone alone despite wanting to end his self-imposed hermit lifestyle, but he needed the time to reasses his priorities and figure out where it was that he was going to go from now on.

The fresh mountain air had been doing him some good, the vistas soothing his soul and the natural environment bringing him a deep sense of satisfaction. He'd set up camp in a clearing near the bottom of a sheer cliff face, and had been quite comfortable slowly building a small base of operations for the weekend. He'd brought minimal supplies, having preferred to make what he needed on site, and had spent several hours making a shelter, setting up a fire that he'd yet to light, and prepping food and water.

Deciding to try and catch food in a more novel way, Luka had gone out hunting in his full slime form, the translucent blue gel that was his truest form spreading out along the ground and slowly slithering through the undergrowth at a snail's pace as he sought out viable food sources. In this form he could technically eat almost anything that was organic, but that wasn't the point of the exercise. Instead he was just trying to make use of his quirk in a practical way that'd help him get used to more subtle uses of his abilities alongside dinner.

It had taken him some time, but he'd eventually found a hare's burrow and extruded a tendril of slime into it, startling the inhabitants enough that they leapt out and into the waiting mass of slime that he had prepared for them. A quick check confirmed they were both young males, and an even quicker motion ended their chance of escape. With his dinner and tomorrow's lunch secure, Luka reformed into his human shape and began heading back to his camp, only to hear a sudden shriek from near the cliff face. Two years of heroics training meant that he was already moving towards the sound before he fully registered it, limbs moving in a way that was vaguely unnatural for a regular person in order to give him greater speed.

He soon found the source of the sound, a slender.... boy, he was fairly sure they were a boy, mostly because their build was so similar to his own that he had experience identifying a feminine male (it wasn't like he spent hours looking for any sign of masculinity in his appearance or anything...). The person was standing and seemed to be fully functional, so it obviously hadn't been a serious incident. "Are you ok?" he called out, the two hares still in his hands, "any injuries?". As he asked, Luka looked up at the cliff, noticing the obvious change in its' lines that indicated the small boy had dislodged some of the edge and tumbled down. Not a great fall, but it seemed he'd been lucky enough to be mostly unharmed.

Luka just looked on unimpressed as the boy tried to play it off as if it were nothing, the slime boy's expression clearly disbelieving the lie as he raised an eyebrow at Jun. The sound of a rumbling stomach echoed through the quiet clearing, and he was forced to look down at his hares almost mournfully. It seemed he'd have to find something else for lunch tomorrow, because he wasn't capable of just walking away from this situation anymore, not with an injured and hungry civilian. "I don't have a lot of equipment, but I should have some things that can deal with your injuries," he said after a few moments of thinking, trying to remember how much he had brought with him for this weekend trip. He didn't really need bandages personally, so there probably wasn't a lot of them in his kit, but he was sure that there had to be some. It wouldn't have been very well prepared of him to have forgotten such a thing.

"Can you walk?" he asked, "or do you need help? My camp is about..." he stopped to look at the cliff face again, scanning for identifying marks that would help him figure out exactly where he was. He hadn't paid a lot of attention to where he had been going when he followed after the scream. "About ten minutes from here at an average walking speed." If the other boy needed help, Luka would give him a steady shoulder to lean against, though that would slow them down somewhat. As they made their way back to the camp it began to snow, causing Luka to frown slightly and try and speed the expedition up as much as the injured boy could handle. Soon enough the camp came into view, a fairly simple lean-to shelter lashed to two trees using a tarp for a roof and nearby greenery for bed padding, most of Luka's gear hanging from the tarp's support struts or sitting beneath its' shelter. 



Directing the boy to sit on the bedding, Luka quickly went about starting the fire. Everything was prepped for it, but he hadn't wanted to light it until he got back. He had been intending on starting the fire with a more primitive method, but since it was an emergency he pulled out a pack of matches and quickly got the flames going, the small reflector wall of cut logs ensuring that the heat bounced back directly into the lean-to, warming them far quicker than might have been expected. With that done, he went through his pack as the last of the light began to die, the snowfall picking up further as the storm rolled in. "So, what's your name?" he asked as he pulled out his medical pouch, fishing out some disinfectant and a small folded roll of bandages, handing them to the boy so he could deal with his injury. Based on the way he had acted, Luka guessed he probably wouldn't respond well to being treated. Not that Luka was a doctor or medic or anything, so it didn't matter to him if the boy fixed himself up.

That done, he sat himself down in the dirty snow by the fire, pulled out a large flat stone and began to prepare the hares for eating. It didn't really occur to him to hide the process from his guest, and so Jun would be treated to the sight of the small blue haired boy casually removing the hares' heads, followed by their lower limbs, and then removing the pelts as easy as one might pull off a glove. As he worked to process the meat into food, he turned his attention to the other boy again, golden eyes almost gleaming in the firelight even as he threw useless parts of the hares in a pile in the snow. "What are you doing out here anyway? You don't look like a hiker or backpacker, it's also pretty late for wandering around up the mountains, especially with no equipment." He wasn't sure what to think, but there was something a little odd about the whole situation.

It seemed that he was dealing with someone who had absolutely no clue what they were doing in the mountains... figures. He also had no idea how to respond to the statement about snowmen versus snow angels, it was just a bit too odd. "Erm... maybe it's because Angels are intangible?" he offered with a vaguely confused expression, deciding that that was the best he was going to be able to do by way of response. Who knows, perhaps the kid would accept the idea and be satisfied with it. 

His impromptu guest appeared to be unbothered by any true modesty as he pulled off his pants and began to dress his injuries. Luka didn't much care himself, far too busy separating the various bits of meat from the carcasses of the hares he'd killed. He blinked slightly at the introduction, not realing that he hadn't actually told the other boy his name as of yet. Grateful that the cold wind of the rising blizzard had already turned his cheeks pink, Luka coughed slightly before replying. "Kurosawa-san huh? You can call me Genesis" the German boy said as he worked, grinning slightly to himself as he used his hero name in an introduction for the first time to someone outside of U.A. Sure, it wasn't really that special, but it was nice to get a chance to try it out for size.

Listening to the boy's explanation of his reason for being on the mountain had Luka looking incredulously at the very, very unprepared 'hiker'. He wasn't entirely sure how much he believed the story, but... well, the kid had been pretty ditzy the whole time some it was possible... just really weird. "You nearly died alone on a mountain over a ring?" he asked with a level of dry incredulity, "I'm pretty sure your boyfriend would be more upset over your death than a lost trinket." It was weird, but he could see people being that stupid he supposed, and at least the sentiment was nice? Pulling out his small frying pan, Luka sat a tripod over the fire and placed the pan on top, a small bottle of oil liberally dousing the cooking surface before the Hare was seasoned and dropped in. It wasn't high cuisine by any means, but he supposed his 'guest' could at least appreciate that it was cooked. Luka probably could have just eaten the hares whole on his own.

The questions that he had been asked caused him to scoff slightly, gesturing at the snow cover that had fallen throughout the mountain, "finding a single piece of jewellery in all that is not exactly a likely scenario. Even the One Ring of Sauron. Unless it can turn you invisible, I'd give up on it as a lost cause," he said with a shrug, scooping some of the aforementioned snow into a mess mug and placing it next to the pan by the fire to melt the snow into drinkable water. "It really wasn't smart coming here as unprepared as you are. You're gonna have to stay with me at least until morning, and then I'll needta take you back to civilisation..." he sighed here, so much for the extended camping trip, "how's your injuries?"

Luka flushed slightly at the response to his name, shaking his head in denial. "Not really a hero, not yet anyway..." he said as he continued to cook the hare meat, poking at it with a stick as he waited for it to be finished. He was so hungry, and he couldn't wait till it was done. He let the other boy sulk in silence as he sprinkled the meat with some salt and a few other spices in order to make the meat more palatable for someone who was unfamiliar with wild game. At least he assumed that Kurosawa wasn't exactly well versed in that kind of food, something told him that the other boy didn't generally eat wild caught cuisine. Just a hunch of course...

The apology was a bit unexpected, and he coughed in response to it, not quite sure how to respond to such an open and honest statement about the state of the boy's relationship. What did you say in such circumstances? Gods, it wasn't like U.A. taught courses on such things, at least not as far as he knew. Maybe it was for older year levels? Feeling more than a little awkward, he didn't respond to Kurosawa, having no idea what he could say that wouldn't make things worse or harder for him to deal with. Rather than say anything, it was better to continue to tend to the cooking food, the slime boy wishing that he'd brought some sort of vegetables to accompany the hare in order to make the meal go a little further. Alas. he had nothing as he'd wanted to find his own meals while out here. There wasn't really much he could do in that kind of situation really.

He winced slightly as Kurosawa slapped his injury, the blue haired teen not sure just how dumb the other boy was if he was going to be doing such things. "Sure, totally fine.You're not going to be going anywhere for a bit....I'll probably need to carry you out when the snow stops" he declared, shaking his head even as he started to prep some tea to help keep them warm. His tone wasn't accusatory, rather it was far more 'matter-of-fact'. He didn't seem too upset by the situation, simply stating things as he saw them, as though there was no question as to what was going to be happening. Considering the leg injury, Kurosawa wasn't likely to be able to walk very far, even if they weren't in a slowly growing blizzard.

Eventually the food was ready, and he piled a small plate with meat and passed it over to the other boy, alongside a mug of warm and sweet tea. Luka picked at chunks of hare from the pan, having only brought one set of eating gear. "Eat up, then we should rest until morning," he declared, chewing the thankfully moist meat of the hare with some satisfaction. It had turned out better than he anticipated.

Luka gave the other boy a look of disbelief, "there is no way you're walking out of here on an injury like that, especially if this snow continues to fall so heavily, you'll just make it worse," he declared as he stuck a chunk of fried hare into his mouth, barely tasting it as his body went to work breaking it down with its usual hyper-efficient digestion. The slowly boiling water started to make a sound, and he dug out his only mug and prepared it for tea. Deciding that with the current situation, black tea with milk would be best, Luka added some sugar to the cup and placed in a tea bag before waiting for the water to boil, his attention returning to the other boy who had once again started to talk.

"I camp out here when I get the chance, it's a nice way to give yourself time to think," he answered, swallowing another hunk of the hare. He was keeping his consumption slow and within the standard speed of a person, even though he could have simply eaten it all whole if he had really wanted to. No point freaking out his 'guest' with the oddities of his quirk. Frowning slightly at the attempt to press him for his name further, Luka just shook his head as he began to pour the boiling water into the mug, adding some milk and stirring it all together before offering the hot beverage to Kurosawa, "I'd prefer to stay Genesis for now if you don't mind, that's who I am when I'm out here." He didn't explain how it helped him distance himself from things he'd rather not think about, or how it allowed him to just be himself more than when he was Lukas von Eisenberg. 

That wasn't any of the other boy's business after all, nor should he care about Luka's own problems.

"I mean no offence, it's just a tradition for me while I'm out in the wilds." He added a teabag to the remaining heated water, and turned the small pot he'd used to boil it into another mug, making himself a cup of tea to go along with the one that he had offered Kurosawa. Polishing off the rest of his share of the hare, Luka then sipped at his tea as he idly stared out into the dancing snow, the sunset painting the drifts pinks and purples where the shadows of the trees didn't stop the light.

"Tell me about your boyfriend?" he asked after a few moments of silence, deciding that perhaps distracting the other boy with a topic would end the questioning. It might also wear the other out and put him to sleep, so that he could rest and recover. Both of which were good things in Luka's mind. With the small fire heating up their little makeshift camp, it was easy to become drowsy, and Luka was starting to feel the siren song of sleep tugging at his body as well.

Luka noticed the look on the other boy's face and quietly began to melt some more snow, looking out at the raging snow just beyond their small shelter. A small bag of oats were pulled out of his pack, along with a pinch of salt and a wooden spoon. "Hero? Not really, I just like being out in nature," he replied as he began to stir the slowly heating oats, the beginnings of porridge forming within the small pot. He had anticipated being out here for at least another 3 days, so he could afford to burn through the few supplies he had brought with him if he was going to escort Jun back to civilisation in the morning. He could eat just about anything, but it was highly unlikely that the other small male could do the same.

Best just to keep him fed, since the last thing he really wanted at this point was to deal with a whiny person.

Luka listened without comment to Jun ramble on, allowing most of it to pass through one ear and out of the other, spooning out a large portion of the finished porridge into the cup that had held the tea (cleaned out first of course). A sprinkle of sugar and a bit of cinnamon, as well as a dash of what little milk he had left, and it was done. He'd silently pass the cup of porridge over to Jun to indicate that the injured boy should eat even as Luka leaned back into the shelter and began to rest his eyes. He was already falling into a light sleep-like state, awake and aware enough to respond to things, but not fully there. "It's good.... feeling safe... laughing too" he murmured, barely open eyes watching the dance of snow in the dark of the night.

His mind roused just enough to realise when he'd been asked a question, the answer coming out rather easily. Had he been more awake, Luka might have been disconcerted with how easy. "No partner... everyone leaves...." There were times he thought he was starting to feel something for someone, only for them to vanish out of his life one way or another. It was fairly sad if he really stopped to think about it, but of course he never would. Easier not to bother, easier not to think about the loneliness.

No matter how deep it was.

Sleep didn't come easily to him, but he did rest, drifting in and out of cosciousness as the storm continued to rage, stirring a little to realise not only was Jun sleeping now against his shoulder, but that there was a bear staring at them from over the reflecting wall. The bear sniffed a few times before recoiling as it stumbled across the scent markings Luka had left near his camp, leaving the clearing rather quickly once it knew the alpha predator of the region had nested here. One advantage of having returned to the area for many years was that he had been able to establish himself properly amongst the local population of animals. A slightly smug grin spread across his face as he settled into another light slumber.