Smoke.
Smoke reigned over the sky, demolishing any light, signals or cries for help. It flowed across the city, devouring sight and leaving the population blind to any attacks or other survivors.
The strength and will of the city was dwindling, almost as though the wind brought by quirks took the life of the city away. Building blackened with burns and skyscrapers brought down to rubble surrounded the perimeter creating a maze of destruction and despair.
As heroes pulled civilians from rubble, they too, were caught under the falling rock. One hero was an example of this, running to a woman crying for help under a collapsed house. In front of her, her infant child screamed and cried. One hero scooped up the child, the another running to the woman, prying up the rubble.
The foundations cracked and shook, before splitting, falling toward the two under it. Dust and particles flew from the crash, a loud bang sounding as a cloud of rubble flew over the other hero. She called out to her partner, now unresponsive. As the mist cleared, it revealed a young teenage boy holding up the rubble as the hero pulled the unconscious woman from the rubble. He, himself, had an injured head with blood trickling down his dirt covered head.
The teenager dropped the pillar that was once a foundation of a giant building and ran over to the two heroes. He had red hair, though now was speckled with grey and was black at the roots. His eyes shone with a red hue as he frowned in worry.
"Are you alright?"
The hero nodded, picking the woman up into a piggy-back to carry her to the makeshift infirmary centre. The other hero coddled the baby, frowning at the boy.
"What are you doing here? You need to evacuate. Come with us, we are going to the evacuation route."
"Sorry, but I'm staying."
"That wasn't advice. You have to go where people can protect you."
"Last time I checked, I just protected you." The boy winked and with a few effortless leaps, jumped over the rubble. He deactivated his hardened skin, shaking his arm slightly with a wince. "Be careful out there! I'm going to look for my classmates!"
"Wait!"
Her calls went unanswered as he ran away.
Kirishima wasn't exactly a calculating individual. Many of his actions were based on hasty, almost instinctive actions. It had helped him many, many times, especially when he had no time for quick thinking. Though, this was different. It was different to the run-in-the-mill training exercises they did in class. This was war, a life or death battle which have no rules to follow.
Not to mention, he still hadn't fully recovered.
His muscles were weakened significantly, and his stamina had also decreases as he swung his shaky body over rocks and walls. His quirk also wasn't as powerful, due to its minimal use over these many months.
Honestly, their odds weren't looking very good.
But, that didn't matter now. Kirishima spent his energy looking for his classmates, who most likely joined in with the war and had possibly gotten hurt. It was practically inevitable due to the severity of the situation.
He had found Mineta cowering under a pillar, shaking and crying about dying with a few bruises across his cheeks and arms. Hagakure and Ojirou were helping survivors escape burning buildings. Tsuyu, Iida and aoyama were leading people through tunnels and escape passages. Sato was breaking through buildings and rubble in order to access victims. Mina and Tokoyami had met up and worked together to take downs some villians along with Koda, Shoji and Sero, who had already reinforced buildings and notified other heroes where villians were. Bakugo was going after Izuku, Todoroki was God-knows-where and he was doing whatever he could to help people.

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Behind a mask [Villian Deku]
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