The room was dimly lit.The walls smooth steel, cold and humming faintly with the sound of energy dampeners.
Nyxia sat in the center, his body restrained by rings of quirk suppression bindings.Not that he fought them.
He hadn't moved in hours.
His hair hung like a veil over his face.The monstrous features jagged bone and void-flesh now partially receded, twitched with each breath.Black tears dripped like oil onto the polished floor beneath him.
He whispered to no one.
"I didn't want this… I didn't want to kill them…"
The silence broke.
Footsteps.Measured. United. Intentional.Multiple pairs echoing across the metal corridor.
Nyxia's eyes shifted slightly, dulled with exhaustion.His black sclera flickered a faint ember in the gloom.
The blast door hissed open, gears unlocking with a mechanical groan.Figures emerged through the shadows.
Principal Nezu stood tall atop the upper platform, his sharp eyes calculating every detail.Eraserhead stood with arms folded, gaze unreadable.Recovery Girl tight-lipped and tense.Present Mic said nothing, unusually grim.
And then came Detective Tsukauchi.
He walked slowly, each step deliberate, the low echo of his boots slicing the silence.His coat fluttered behind him, catching the low blue light of the dampeners.He passed the guardrail and stepped closer to the restrained figure.
He knelt slightly, keeping his distance.His voice was low not cold, but careful.
"...You awake?"
Nyxia didn't speak.
But he nodded, just once.
Their eyes met.
Guilt met truth.
Pain met duty .
Brokenness met law.
Tsukauchi's tone softened further.
"If you can understand me, I want you to respond by nodding. Up and down for yes… side to side for no. Can you do that?"
Nyxia nodded.
"Good. First question… can you speak?"
Nyxia opened his mouth. A low, breathy wheeze escaped like a whimper caught in static. His throat convulsed.The sound of shattered words, trying to form but failing.
He stopped and slowly shook his head. No.
"Alright…" Tsukauchi continued, gently. "Did you mean to hurt the heroes?"
Nyxia shook his head. No.
"Were you in control when it happened?"
A long pause.
Then a slow shake. No.
"Do you remember everything?"
He hesitated.Then nodded. Yes.
"Do you feel regret?"
The tears returned.
Nyxia nodded again, faster this time, trembling.
"Do you want help?"
The nod came instantly.
Tsukauchi exhaled slowly.Behind him, even Present Mic looked away.
Nezu narrowed his eyes slightly thoughtful.
"Do you know your name?" Tsukauchi asked.
Nyxia nodded. Yes.
Tsukauchi gave a gentle nod in return. "Then… can you tell me your name?"
Nyxia parted his lips instinctively trying to answer but nothing came.Only a strained rasp, air catching in a broken throat.
He grimaced. Frustration and sorrow swirled in his eyes.
Then… realization.One of his void-flesh tentacles slowly unraveled from his side. The others tensed, as if expecting an attackbut it simply hovered, poised.
A pause.
Then the screech.
SKRRRRTCH
A sharp, high-pitched scrape tore through the silence like nails on metal as the tentacle dragged along the concrete floor.Sparks danced at the edges, and the teachers instinctively took a step back.Even Eraserhead's eyes narrowed in caution.
Nezu's ears twitched.Present Mic winced.Recovery Girl flinched.
But the motion continued, steady, deliberate.
Letter by letterN
Y
X
I
A
The word finished with a final shriek as the last curve was etched in.
And there it sat a name, gouged into the floor in jagged lines:NYXIA
Silence returned, heavier than before.
Tsukauchi stared at it… then looked back at the trembling figure.
"Thank you," he said quietly.
Behind him, Nezu folded his paws behind his back, his voice calm but firm."Begin the report. And… prepare a controlled environment."
After the interrogation, the recorded footage was presented to the entire U.A. High School faculty. The room was filled with tension as the staff watched Nyxia's restrained form, his remorse evident through his trembling body and the black tears streaming down his face.
As the lights came back on, the room erupted into a heated debate.
Vlad King (Sekijiro Kan): "We're responsible for the safety of our students. Allowing someone who has killed heroes, regardless of intent, into our school is a risk we can't take."
Ectoplasm: "His actions, intentional or not, led to the loss of lives. We must consider the psychological impact on our students."
Power Loader (Higari Maijima): "Our facilities aren't equipped to handle someone of his... unique physiology and power."
Snipe: "Even if he didn't mean to, the fact remains that he caused significant harm. We need to prioritize the safety of our students."
Shota Aizawa (Eraserhead): "He showed genuine remorse and a desire for help. If we don't guide him, who will?"
Nemuri Kayama (Midnight): "Education is about nurturing potential. We can't turn our backs on someone seeking redemption."
Ken Ishiyama (Cementoss): "Isolation won't help him control his abilities. Structured guidance might."
Hizashi Yamada (Present Mic): "He's not a villain. He's a kid who needs help. We have the resources to provide that."
Thirteen: "Our mission is to train heroes, not just in combat, but in compassion. This is an opportunity to embody that."
After extensive deliberation, the majority of the faculty voted in favor of integrating Nyxia into U.A. High School, under strict conditions.
📋 Action Plan for Nyxia's Integration
Mental Evaluation: Hound Dog, U.A.'s guidance counselor, will conduct regular psychological assessments to monitor Nyxia's mental state.
Close Observation: Nyxia will be under constant supervision, with his movements restricted to designated areas within the school.
Customized Curriculum: A tailored educational program will be developed to help Nyxia understand and control his abilities.
Peer Integration: Gradual interaction with select students to foster social skills and trust.
Emergency Protocols: Specific procedures will be established to address any potential incidents involving Nyxia.
Inside the quiet dark of U.A., Nyxia finally drifted into sleep. His monstrous form remained restrained, but inside his mind… a different reality took shape.
Within Nyxia's Mindspace
No longer the chaotic void of swirling darkness and echoing screams.
Now it was calm.
The interior of a small cottage glowed gently in firelight. Wooden walls. A warm hearth. The scent of pine and old books. Soft rain pattered outside the foggy windows.
Nyxia sat on a couch, his form now more human-like, dressed in a simple knit sweater and soft pants. His face was calmer, his eyes tired but no longer wild.
Across the room, footsteps approached from a side hallway.
It was Eon the strange, sentient consciousness that often tethered Nyxia together but this time, Eon appeared in human form. Tall, clean-shaven, dressed like a well-read traveler: long coat, scarf, a silver ring on one hand that shimmered with shifting symbols.
Eon smiled faintly and spoke in a voice that sounded both young and ancient:
"You've stabilized enough for me to shape this place into something more comforting… Thought you deserved a break."
Nyxia looked around, blinking slowly. "This… is nice…"
Eon sat down in the chair across from him, elbows on knees. The fire crackled between them.
"But rest comes with honesty. That form you took that monstrous form it wasn't just your power slipping."
Nyxia tensed.
Eon continued, gently:
"You tapped into the deeper Void. The one locked behind your inner failsafes. That's not just raw strength, it's primal memory. When you accessed it, it pulled more than power. It pulled trauma. Grief. Old wars. Old deaths. Things you weren't ready to carry consciously."
Nyxia looked down at his hands. They trembled slightly.
"The side effect," Eon said softly, "is that your mind will try to protect itself. You may lose time. Fade in and out. Dissociate."
"And worse… if you stay in that form too long the real you might get buried beneath it."
There was a long silence.
The fire popped once, like punctuation.
Eon leaned back. "You're still you. But now you'll need help to stay that way."
Nyxia nodded slowly, quietly murmuring, "I don't want to disappear…"
Eon gave him a sad smile.
"Then hold on to yourself. Even if no one else does."
The fire burned warmly.
The rain fell.
And for now, Nyxia rested.
After a Few Hours of Sleep
Nyxia's eyes fluttered open slowly. The dimness of the reinforced containment room greeted him, but something was different this time.
A scent many scents filled the air.
He blinked, sitting up sluggishly, and his gaze settled on a massive cart positioned just across the room.
It was overflowing.
Fruits from across Japan. Exotic meats raw, cooked, dried. Organ meat, seafood, even still-breathing crustaceans in enclosed jars. There were piles of synthesized proteins, fermented roots, mosses, strange blue gels, chemical compounds stored in beakers and vials. Unidentifiable slabs of glowing biomass. A few meals, clearly machine-prepared, looked more weaponized than edible.
In short: nothing on the cart looked normal.
At the edge of the cart stood Principal Nezu, arms politely folded behind his back, a clipboard resting against his side. He smiled pleasantly.
Nyxia blinked slowly, brows furrowing in quiet confusion as he tilted his head.
Nezu noticed, and responded with his usual cheer:
"Good morning! Or... whatever portion of the day it is now."
"You're wondering about all this, aren't you?"
Nyxia gave a small nod.
Nezu gestured to the absurdly varied spread of food with a small theatrical bow.
"You see, Lunch Rush and a few support staff have taken on a new challenge: understanding your biology. Specifically, your dietary needs."
"We don't know what your body requires or rejects. So we're testing. Observing your reactions. Once we have data, we can work with you to tailor meals that won't hurt you... or anyone else."
He gave a small grin, standing on tiptoes so his eyes met Nyxia's better.
"It's also our way of preparing. For a future where, perhaps, you aren't bound in suppressors. Where you're walking these halls, not just as a guest but as a student."
Nyxia blinked again, more slowly this time.
A strange warmth touched his expression not quite a smile, but the tension in his shoulders eased.
Nezu tilted his head curiously.
"Now then... anything you'd like to try first?"
Nyxia quietly pointed a tentacle toward a glowing blue gel.
Nezu noted it on his clipboard, amused.
"Ah. Adventurous. Let's begin."
Nyxia slowly reached out with one of his tendrils, the quirk suppressors humming softly but not interfering. The tip of the limb dipped into the glowing blue gel and lifted it toward his mouth.
He hesitated for just a second.
Then he consumed it.
Silence.
Nezu adjusted his glasses, watching intently, pen poised to scribble notes. Behind the one-way glass, Lunch Rush and Hound Dog stood side-by-side, observing with mixed fascination and caution. Power Loader was nearby, arms crossed, skeptical as ever.
No reaction.
No coughing, no spasms, no cellular decay. Nothing.
Nyxia simply swallowed and looked back at the cart.
Nezu nodded.
"Interesting. Please… continue."
Nyxia did.
Like an engine long-starved for proper fuel, he moved with more confidence now—sampling fruits, devouring raw meat in seconds, biting through bones and shells with zero hesitation. He lapped at acidic fluids, consumed synthetic powders, and swallowed flaming-hot spices that would melt a normal human's throat.
Still no reaction.
No changes in vitals.
No mutation.
No spikes in aggression.
No instability.
Even the support staff behind the glass began to lean in, curiosity replacing wariness.
Lunch Rush muttered:
"It's like watching a black hole go through a buffet…"
Power Loader clicked his tongue:
"He's either impossible to poison… or eating just keeps him stable."
Meanwhile, inside the room, Nyxia paused halfway through a piece of raw liver that looked vaguely radioactive. He slowly turned toward Nezu, who was still scribbling notes, and tilted his head in question.
Nezu responded without looking up.
"No visible signs of digestive rejection. Neural readings are calm. Tentacle response is measured. Fascinating…"
Then he looked up, smiling again.
"It seems your body can process virtually anything, Nyxia. And more importantly—"
He gestured to the cleared tray of volatile items, now empty.
"You're still... you."
Nyxia looked down at his hands. No extra eyes, no bone protrusions, no transformation. Just... himself. A little less hungry.
He closed his eyes. For the first time in days, maybe weeks, there was peace in his chest. No pain. No chaos.
He looked back at Nezu.
And he nodded, slowly.
Nezu smiled wider.
"Then we'll keep feeding you, until we understand. And after that…"
He gave a sly, knowing glance.
"We'll see about those walks around the school."
Behind the glass, Hound Dog was already flipping through his evaluation forms.
The process had begun.
The food cart was wheeled away, its empty trays clinking faintly as the door hissed shut behind the assistants. Nyxia sat still on the observation room floor, licking the last trace of unknown nutrient paste from his fingers as the silence returned.
Then came the soft padding of claws.
Hound Dog entered with a professional calm, holding a large reinforced tablet under one arm. Despite his usual aggressive energy in counseling, his demeanor now was serious—controlled. This wasn't about shouting at troubled students.
This was something different.
"Alright," Hound Dog said, setting the tablet on a floating stand that hovered in front of Nyxia. "Before we do a psych evaluation, we're going to run an IQ test. We've confirmed you're intelligent but just how intelligent?"
He tapped a few keys. The screen lit up, displaying instructions in multiple languages, even shifting briefly into strange, untranslatable symbols before Nyxia instinctively reached out and selected a language resembling ancient Sumerian.
Hound Dog blinked once.
"Right... so we're doing that today."
The test began.
Puzzle after puzzle.
Sequence recognition.
Language deconstruction.
Ethical logic questions.
Advanced mathematics. Non-Euclidean geometry. Memory loops.
The pace quickened but so did Nyxia.
He solved problems not just correctly, but creatively. With some tasks, he bypassed conventional solutions entirely, writing recursive algorithms using alien scripts and instinctive logic. His mind moved in spirals, fractals of thought that bent the framework of the exam itself.
By the end, the tablet froze, crashed entirely, unable to process the final input.
Hound Dog stared.
"That's... possibly the first time anyone's ever broken the tablet."
He looked at Nyxia. The void-born creature just tilted his head slightly, calm, confused, and exhausted.
"Right then," Hound Dog muttered, pulling out his physical notebook and sitting cross-legged across from him. "Time for the hard part."
The questions came slow and steady.
"Do you understand what death is?"
Nyxia nodded.
"Do you remember the first time you killed something?"
Nyxia hesitated, then nodded again.
"Did you want to?"
A slow shake of the head.
"Do you remember what it felt like?"
The black around Nyxia's sclera shimmered slightly. He looked down. He nodded.
Hound Dog scribbled notes.
He asked about nightmares. About memory fractures. About flashes of violence that didn't belong to the present but came anyway. About guilt. About detachment. About fear of losing control again.
Nyxia responded with nods, sometimes whimpers, small gestures and writing where he could. But the patterns were clear.
The silent diagnosis emerged:
Hypervigilance
Emotional shutdown in moments of stress
Persistent guilt and intrusive memories
Triggers relating to authority figures, restraint, and sudden loud noises
Deliberate isolation
Adaptive intelligence masking trauma responses
Hound Dog leaned back, ears twitching slightly.
"...You're like a soldier. One that's seen far too much. But trapped in the body of something no one's ever trained before."
He exhaled.
"You're not evil. You're not a monster."
Nyxia looked up at him tired, trembling.
Hound Dog put the notebook away.
"You're hurt. You need help. And I think... you want that help."
There was a long pause.
Then, Nyxia nodded.
Once.
Slow.
But solid.
Behind the glass, Nezu silently turned off the observation mic.No words were spoken.
But progress had been made.
As Hound Dog stood up, gathering his notes and sliding the cracked tablet back into its case, he cast one last look at Nyxia still sitting quietly in the center of the observation room.
His voice, usually a deep growl, softened as he paused by the door.
"Get some sleep."
He turned slightly, the door beginning to slide open.
"Because tomorrow… We'll see how you do with other students."
Nyxia blinked slowly, his body still hunched slightly from exhaustion, but something flickered across his expression. Not fear.
Curiosity.
Hound Dog gave a brief nod more to himself than anyone and stepped out, the door hissing shut behind him with a finality that left the room in silence once more.
The lights dimmed gradually.
Nyxia lay down, curling slightly, his breathing slow and steady.For once, sleep came without nightmares.
And in the deep recesses of his mind…He wasn't alone.Eon sat beside him near a phantom fireplace in that little cottage he'd made, a quiet sentinel.
Tomorrow would be something new.
Tomorrow… he'd meet them.
Evolto City – Zalthorion's Chamber
Dr. Wagner paced relentlessly across the polished floor, each step echoing his growing frustration.
"I don't like this one bit," he muttered, voice tight with worry. "Nyxia's gone rogue, and now we have no solid leads. The last trace was in one of those MHA universes, but which one? It's like searching for a needle in a multiversal haystack."
Zalthorion, seated calmly, fingers steepled, studied the energy readings flickering on a translucent screen. "The multiverse is vast, but Nyxia's signature is unique. We'll find him. We must."
Vidarath lounged in his usual casual posture, a smirk playing on his lips. "Well, let's hope he doesn't start dating anyone while he's out there."
Wagner shot a sharp glance. "Vidarath, now's not the time for jokes."
Vidarath held up his hands in mock surrender, then grinned wider. "I'm serious! If he dates a student oh boy, that's trouble. And if it's a teacher? Even worse. Remember, biologically, Nyxia's basically a toddler. Mentally, he's about a thousand years old. Imagine the chaos."
Zalthorion chuckled softly. "A toddler with a millennium of wisdom. Not surprised."
Wagner shook his head, but the tension in his shoulders eased just a fraction. "Jokes aside, we need a plan. Tracking him in the MHA multiverse will require finesse and precision. We can't afford any mistakes."
Vidarath leaned forward, eyes glinting with mischief and insight. "Then let's make sure our next move is the right one. After all, finding Nyxia before he finds himself... or worse, before he makes any more enemies, is priority one."
Zalthorion nodded. "Agreed. Prepare the gateway. We begin the search immediately."
As Dr. Wagner resumed his pacing, the three shared a quiet moment a rare pause amidst the storm.