Jack's arms grew sore, so much so that they fell to his sides, completely useless. He looked around, taking in the area around him.
It was completely destroyed. The cafeteria needed serious repairs, the students had used so much of their quirks that they were completely spent, and now Recovery Girl had to tend to more than just Sylvia.
He needed to find a hospital. He needed to find Kouki.
Pinky--or rather, Ashido-sensei--and Chargebolt (Kaminari-sensei) ran into the cafeteria, ready for action.
"Where's the fire?!" Pinky exclaimed. "What wrecked the place?!"
"The students come first," Chargebolt told Pinky. "Tend to everyone, make sure they're okay, and try and call Deku if you can."
"YO 'ZUKU!"
"ASHIDO, USE HIS HERO NAME!"
"DEKU, GET YO' ASS OVER HERE!!"
"STOP GODDAMN YELLING!"
"YOU STOP YELLING!"
And now the teachers were giving everyone headaches. Jack groaned. Were they like this when they were students, too? He felt sorry for their students. And their previous teachers, whoever they were.
He ran behind him, kneeling at his sister's unconscious form again. Kibou had apparently left the cafeteria in search of something and came back with a pink and white notebook that Jack didn't recognise. The boy gave it to Jack. "S-sorry," he said. "I-I didn't mean to get Sylvia in this trouble."
"You sent her out here?"
"N-no, she just kinda... flew off on her own."
"She flew?!"
Kibou winced. "I-I'm sorry I couldn't stop her--"
"Deku told me that a hero is someone who acts before they think in order to save someone's life. I think that's what happened with Sylvia. She didn't care how hurt she'd get, she just wanted to help. It sounds like a Sylvia thing to do, anyway."
When the boy from 1-A whom Jack recognized as Kenji had apologized to him for burning Sylvia, Jack allowed himself a heavy chuckle. "Nah, don't sweat it, kid. You didn't know. Besides, this wasn't something you could control. My sister wanted to be a hero too; she always does, but she ends up being a victim in her own heroic actions." Jack straightened out Sylvia's wings so that they wouldn't be strained and then proceeded to rub her feathers. There were some pin feathers she hadn't attended to that morning, so Jack took care of pulling away the wax encasing them. It was a useless thing to do, technically, but people with bird-like feathers or plain old birds couldn't fly very well with pin feathers.
Even if Sylvia really shouldn't fly in her state.
"It's not your fault she got in this mess, it's the wolves'. Or rather, whoever went and sicced 'em on us," Jack continued. "This isn't the end. It's usually like this with villains." He sighed and pushed his emotions down his throat before standing back up and forcing his arms to move to his hips and look around, walking to any injured students. "Is everyone alright?" he asked. "Everyone, if you're hurt, gather at the entrance! Otherwise, stay here in the cafeteria and wait for the teachers to come along and sort things out! Recovery Girl will help you when it's your turn!"
He hoped this would suffice for the time being. Unfortunately, his arms flopped uselessly to his sides again and he sighed at how physically and emotionally awful he felt to have let any of this happen under his watch.
That's what it meant to be a hero, though, right? Sylvia was trying so hard. He should try just as hard too.