Buried

They’re boxed completely in by debris on all sides, and the space they have is a small circle about seven feet in diameter. Water is trickling down through some cracks, not enough to be of a concern, thankfully. There is definitely air flow, which is also a relief.But the reason there is a space for them to exist in at all is thanks to Kirishima himself. He’s stood in almost the exact center, skin fully hardened, holding up the massive chunk of concrete that creates their roof.“‘shima,” Tamaki murmurs, going slack-jawed. Blood pours from cracks in Kirishima’s skin, dripping onto the floor and adding to the small poodles of it already there. His teeth are grit and his face, though rock solid, is pinched as much as it can be with pain. He trembles all over, though mostly in his arms and legs, which seem to be barely holding on. “How long have we been down here?”---------orTamaki and Kirishima get stuck under a collapsed building, and the only thing keeping them from being crushed is Kirishima