It has been thirthy nine days since the Paranormal Liberation War started.

And twenty one days since Izuku left UA Highschool,and became a vigilante.

Pro Heroes were now either stuck with problems who just kept blooming or tired out of their mind.

The people of Japan were roaring for justice, and that their Heroes,who once bought a feeling of securement, have now failed them. Some were crying out for help, worried and traumatized.

But so was everyone at this point.

Even the Pro Heroes— Even the UA students— Even Japan's people—

And they were doing everything in their power to help and attempt to repair things.

The familiar pitter patter on the asphalt bought a core memory back into the disoriented flow of Izuku's mind as he traveled through the empty streets of what once was a popular city, now encrusted in debris and destruction.

His inner omega made his will to protect everyone flicker a little bit more— it boosted him by manipulating, as if his thoughts empowered his being due to the state of tiredness and filth he's reached: you wouldn't want anymore people hurt,would you? was a repetitive, dare he admit, negative thought.

Izuku didn't expect to find some of his classmates, seemingly separated into a group, while the other group went to search for him somewhere else.

The group he met contained of Katsuki, Uraraka, Mina, Momo, Kirishima and Todoroki— he knew they saw him but he couldn't give a fuck anymore— he just had to evade them,and if he was lucky, make it out of here already.

Yet,the group looked determined to catch him and drag his ass back to UA if needed.