Hope in the Darkest Place

Nomu.

Kirishima and Midoryia sat in the room in silence.

Eventually, Midoryia broke the silence, by asking "hey.. Kirishima? If what you said about me being a Nomu is true... do you know what my quirks are? Usually I'm good at analysing quirks... but that's hard to do when I'm trying to analyze myself."

Kirishima shook his head, "no, actually. Although.. we could probably have Monoma copy your quirks. Then he could tell us what they are."

"Monoma..? That guy from 1-B, right? He did pretty good in the Cavalry Battle during the Sports Festival.." Midoryia mumbled, although he stopped himself before he started up one of his ramblings.

"Yeah, that's him. But, just a warning, he's sort of a jerk. Don't take his insults to heart" Kirishima said, internally cringing.

Midoryia scratched the back of his head, "I'm used to it.."
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Kirishima led (read: dragged) Midoryia out of the room, bringing him to the large room where Bakugou had pointed out his nomu mark.

Instead of class 1-A being there, however, it was class 1-B. Well, some class 1-B students, anyway.

This group included; Monoma, Kendo, Tetsutetsu, Shiozaki, Pony, and Manga.

"Hey, look! Its the class 1-A losers who need a Nomu!!" Monoma taunted, only to be smacked on the back of the head by Kendo. "they were just trying to help the poor kid out, you know that!" Kendo said, before turning to them, "sorry about him, do you need something?"

"Uh, yeah, we were wondering if you could.." Kirishima trailed off, realising that the Nomu-boy was no longer behind him. He was instead interogating Manga.

"Since your head is a speach bubble, how can you see? It doesn't look like you have eyes at all.. Is your speach bubble 2-D or 3-D? If it is 2-D, how are you able to make it turn? Does it actually float like that or is your neck just invisible? How are you able to remember all the onomatopoeia that your quirk requires? Is it an extent of your quirk? Do you-" Midoriya rambled, overwhelming Manga. Kirishima cut him off, "Midoriya, calm down. There's no need to  interogate him like that!"

Midoriya scratched the back of his neck nervously, "oh, sorry about that.. I'm just really passionate about quirks, but I guess I get carried away sometimes.." he mumbled in apology.

Monoma laughed, "you can't even conrol him, huh?! That's so lame!" Kendo smacked him on the head again, "you never learn.. now, what were you saying?"

"Oh, yeah! We were wondering if you guys could help us figure out what Midoriya's new quirks are!" Kirishima said. Midoriya nodded, his curious gaze currently facing Monoma, "when you copy a quirk, you can tell what it is, right? Can you do it to me?"

They almost expected another barrage of questions, but this time the Nomu-boy seemed to contain them.

Monoma rolled his eyes, and sighed, "I guess I could"

He aproached Midoryia, and tapped him on the shoulder. Monoma nodded to himself, "he has a couple of strength, speed, and endurance quirks, but most of his quirks are memory, analysis, and sense boosters." Monoma stated, before going back to whatever he was doing before.
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Izuku had been in the hero base for a week now. They were treating him decently, and he was being fed enough, which he was grateful for, but he had been put under a lot of restrictions. He wasn't allowed to train his physical quirks, he couldn't leave the base, he wasn't allowed much information, he couldn't be in a room other than his own without someone watching him, etc etc.

He knew that it was so he didn't do anything bad. He was a Nomu now, and Nomus usually did what the villains wanted. He was lucky to escape from the villains with his freewill. But it was still a bit frustrating to him. Especially his lack of information, for some reason. He was naturally curious, and liked learning about things that interested him, but it seemed more apmlified recently. It was like his mind craved to have something new to pick apart, piece by piece, giving him more information. Maybe it was from his analysis quirks. That seemed like the most reasonable answer.

Either way, Izuku wanted something to analyze. Analyzing the room he slept in was getting repetitive and boring after the first dozen times.

At this point, anything could keep him ocupied. He felt trapped, like how he did with the villains. Except he wasn't being tortured on a regular basis here, and the only thing torturing him was his mind.

Izuku's mind kept comparing itself to a tool, just waiting to be used. As a Nomu, he could be so useful to the heros in taking the villains down. He didn't like that he was starting to think of himself as a tool, but he couldn't stop it. It was probably from whatever the villains had done to him in the attempt to turn him into a Nomu.

If I am a tool, I want to be useful for the heros, not the villains.

At least he still wanted to be a hero, not a villain.

He stared at a note in his hands, which had been left in his room with his food while he was asleep. People rarely even came near him while he was awake. They were probably nervous that he'd get some information off of them.

He could easily recognize the handwriting as Tenya Iida's. It was stiff and neat, not using any more words than nessecary. Izuku could tell that the boy liked everything to be organized and follow the rules, so he could only imagine how much Iida hated the current situation of things.

After awhile of staring, Izuku picked up his plate and began eating. He didn't worry about it being poisoned anymore, the heros had to keep him alive. After all, they would find a good use for him eventually, right?

Izuku hated these new, bizzare feelings. It was like he wanted to be used as a tool, but another part of him wanted freedom. Freedom that he couldn't get until the heros were certain he was safe. That made Izuku scared. What if by that point, he really did become just that? A tool to be used and eventually thrown away.

He knew they would throw him away eventually. Everyone did.

But now he could be so useful, if they would just give him a chance!

It had never struck him so hard before. He really was a Nomu. A powerful monster, filled to the brim with quirks, only able to follow orders.

No! I refuse to become some sort of mindless slave! I'm not thinking of myself as a tool, I wanna be useful so I can show the world my worth!

If he could maintain his pure determination, he could overcome it. Or, that's what he hoped.

What if his hope turned out worthless?

A/N

:)

yeah ok.

its like 3:30 am and I'm not even tired-

sorry for the wait on this new chapter, I got sidetracked with my other stories!

Bye!