The Light Within The Dark

2 ❥ Bound By The Light

Izuku awoke in a slouched position in an uncomfortable metal chair. His arms and feet were bound tightly to the chair, with what he figured were quirk suppressing cuffs.

He slowly lifted his head and blinked a few times to adjust to the florescent lights that beamed from the ceiling.

The room looked like a usual interrogation room. A steel table sat in front of him with two chairs on the other side facing him. Three of the four walls were bland concrete, with the fourth being slightly shinier. He wasn't stupid. He knew it was a one-way mirror. There had to be cops and heroes watching his every move.

This room was eerily similar to the one Shigaraki had kept him in when he was younger.

The memories it brought back were unpleasant, to say the least. His mind flooded with the old memories and upcoming possibilities for his current situation.

Interrupting his train of thought, the heavy metal door creaked open, revealing Erasurehead and a small mouse man. Izuku glared at them both before he redirected his gaze to the floor.

"Hello, young man!" The mouse man said a bit too enthusiastically for Izuku's liking.

He waddled up to the table and climbed to the top of the chair. Erasurehead sat tiredly in the chair next to him.

"The fuck do you want?" Izuku growled as he stared daggers at the two adults in front of him.

"We wanted to have a friendly conversation with you!" He squeaked.
"Tch." Izuku looked away. "My name is Nezu! What's yours?" Nezu pushed.

The boy sat quietly for a moment before speaking. "Izuku." He muttered.

"Great to meet you, Izuku!"

God, does he ever shut up?

"Now let's get down to business." Nezu smiled at the freckled boy.

He looked at Erasurehead expectantly. Once the pro noticed the mousr's expectant gaze, he pulled a manilla folder out from under his arm and handed it to the rat. He gratefully took the file and sifted through it before seemingly finding what he wanted.

"All right. Says here that you were sold to the League when you were 5?" He questioned as he read the info off the file. Izuku recognized that file.

"Where the hell did you get that?" He snapped.

"We have our ways." He smiled at Izuku sweetly. Izuku huffed and broke eye contact. "Anyway.." He trailed off as he flipped through the pages. "Do you have any useful information on the League that we could use to our advantage?" He looked expectantly at the teen.

"Why would I tell you?" Izuku seethed. "I couldn't even if I wanted to." He scoffed.

"What do you mean by that?" Nezu cocked his head, urging Izuku to continue.

The greenette let out a heavy sigh. He maneuvered his hand so he could tug down on his shirt, revealing a shiny white collar strapped tightly around his neck. "It'll shock me if I even consider spilling. The thing tracks brain waves." He mumbled as he released his grip on his shirt.

"I see." The mouse took out a pencil and jotted that down on the file. "Do you know how to take it off?" He urged.

"No. Even if I did, it would probably kill me before I could get it off." He sighed, irritated.

"Alright, one last question. Do you enjoy being a villain?" Nezu asked with a glint of hope in his eyes. Izuku's heart dropped. No one had ever asked his opinion before.

What do I say? I'm not sure if I even know.

"I've never thought about it. I was practically raised by these people, so it feels like a normal thing. It's not really a decision, more of an obligation." Izuku sighed."I don't mind it." He shrugged.