Tomura let out a small breath, placing all five fingers against a large piece of debris, watching as it vanished from sight into ashes and dust. Tomura's red eyes peered around instantly, looking for someone, something. He was sent here to kill a hero, until the sound of crying met his ears. So this slight shock fell over him, that nagging paternal instinct eating away at him as he looked for the source, his white hair jostling each time his head turned.