Time was an abstract thing

“Don’t move, Yaoyorozu-san, please.”“Midoriya-san…”“It’s me.” Midoriya’s voice was soft, even softer than usual. After a moment, green light flared to life around him, blowing stray strands of his hair about his face in an erratic way. The glow of his Quirk cast him in a haunting, nearly ethereal light, masking the bags that had taken up near-permanent residence beneath his eyes. “How do you feel?”“My head,” Momo started, raising one hand to try to touch it, before giving up halfway there.“You hit it pretty hard,” Midoriya murmured. “The bleeding has stopped, at least, but we need to get it looked at when we get out of here.”“Where is here?” Momo asked.Midoriya’s face twisted unpleasantly with whatever answer he was about to share with her, and he sighed. “We were buried.”