MHA : Venom

Izuku slipped and crashed to the ground as he tried to escape the black mass. Being slippery from the water and still covered in soap, he slipped several times as he tried to scramble to his feet and to the door. He had to get away from this… This thing.

Every step of the way, the black mass climbed up his legs, like some sort of living ink, desperate to drown him in its black mass!

As he finally got his hand around the doorknob, the mass suddenly engulfed him completely from his feet and upwards, closing around his head!

Panic, panic set in as he tried to breathe the stuff, which bizarrely it yielded for air to pass through his mouth and his nose both, but didn't leave him at all. It engulfed his eyes in darkness and… "GAAAHHHH! " He screamed clawing at the doorknob.

Something crunched beneath his hand, and he lost the grip on the door handle. What was happening?!

He couldn't see, he couldn't feel anything beyond the forceful black goo that surrounded every inch of his body.

He had to get out! He had to get away and…

Izuku put every single sinew he had to work as his body pressed against the door, his only escape from this room.

He heard a loud ripping sound as suddenly and without warning, the mass he had been putting all his weight on suddenly collapsed in the other direction, making him fall.

He collapsed hard on the floor, or rather what he assumed was the broken door. Unable to rise again against the black mass, he trying a desperate struggle to get back on his feet, but it was pointless. The mass refused to budge now, no matter how hard he tried to get out.

He began crying, and his breathing was that of someone on the verge of hyperventilating. Oh, god, he was gonna die! This black thing was going to kill him, and when mom came home it-

Calm.

What?

Inside his head, he felt something telling him to calm down.

It was… Alien. It didn't belong in his mind. Yet… there was something about it. Something comforting. Like it understood him, his fear.

He kept crying, but his breathing became calmer. Slowly, but surely it became calmer, more relaxed.

The black mass pulled back from his face, out of his nostrils and mouth. He closed his eyes at the sudden return of the light. Then he blinked and slowly, adjusted back to the brightness of his home.

Well, the door was fucked. Not only had his desperate attempt to escape the black mass crunched the door handle into a crumpled heap, not only had it broken from its hinges, but the door itself had broken in two from where he had put his weight.

The door, however, was not what Izuku focused on.

All his attention was drawn to the… Thing.

It was still attached to him in places, but it wasn't trying to smother him anymore.

Calm.

The feeling popped into his head again.

"What… What are you?" He squeaked out.

The black mass wiggled around, and another feeling popped into his skull. Confusion.

Wait, he recognized this. This was… This was just like back at the beach!

"It was you! You were the one at the beach! The one who was crying for help."

Another feeling, Satisfaction this time.

He blinked, then realization sat it.

"You… You communicate mentally with feelings don't you?"

Well, at least he had one question answered. He still didn't know what this thing was though. At all.

He tried getting on his feet. Slooowly and carefully.

The mass did not attempt to stop him, but neither did it let go, still clinging to his legs.

He slowly backed into the bathroom and grabbed a towel, which he wrapped around his lower half.

Confusion.

The mass went to his clothes, then… It lifted his clothes into the air. Haltingly and clumsily, but it did lift it all the way to his eye level.

"I… I need to dry first." He explained. What he needed was to go get a pro hero to help with this thing, but somehow, he doubted it would take kindly to that idea.

The mass let go of his clothes, then followed as he backed out of the bathroom.

His focus was so concentrated on the black mass, the unexplained threat, that he completely failed to notice the sharp screw that had until recently held the door on its hinges, still attached to said hinges.

"AAHHHH!"

He cut his leg against the screws sharpness, and of course, given he was taken by surprise, he instinctually ripped the leg away, creating a much longer wound.

He fell backwards, back on the remains of the door.

Shit, shit, SHIT it hurt!

As he sat there, cradling his leg, while swearing in pain, the black mass promptly moved between his hands and into the wound.

He winched and expected it to hurt even more, but instead, it felt like he had just put an ice pack over it, just without the cold. Which, didn't really make it the best analogy really.

It took about half a minute of just sitting there breathing through his teeth before he realized what it was doing. It was healing him.

A piece fell into place.

"It was you… You healed me earlier, after…"

It wasn't really a question, as much as him basically talking to himself, but the mass answered with a burst of satisfaction.

Ok, that answered another question, but the main, one still remained.

What was this thing?

As the pain began to fade completely, and he began to feel certain this thing wouldn't attack him, Izuku began to go over the possibilities, and what he knew.

"Ok, so the first time I felt this thing was at the beach. I felt sudden emotions inside my head, and I went to look for someone who needed help… No not needed help, it was despair, this thing was in despair. That's the feeling I felt from it. So what is it? A result of someone's quirk that I just stumbled on? It has healing powers, that really rare.

After the beach, it reemerged after… After Katsuki beat me up and it came out and it healed my injuries. Was it hiding inside my backpack? No, then it would have been exposed when the bag was destroyed. My clothes maybe? They're both black, so probably… Then it came out again when I came home and-"

...

The host was doing something it didn't understand.

The host just sat there, ignoring it, while rapidly muttering to… Himself? Yes, that was it. Him. The host was clearly male.

It did not understand what the host was saying. The language was alien. It only understood the names.

The host's feelings were clear, however.

It was confused. Searching for knowledge. Trying to solve a riddle. It did not understand.

It tried to recall previous hosts.

Yes… This happened sometimes. Confusion.

The host had to be put at ease.

...

"-So, maybe it's a-" Completion.

Izuku stopped breathing.

The feeling was overwhelming. Far more so than any of the other emotions.

The feeling of being at peace, being what one should be, what one was meant to be. To be complete.

God, it was beautiful.

It was a feeling he had tried to achieve for a decade now.

He started breathing again.

He just stared at it as he thought. There were so many questions he had, and he still didn't have clear answers to. However, he understood one thing now, one thing he hadn't really understood before.

There was a… Bond between him and this… Moving mass of liquid.

Could… could it be?

He felt… Different than he usually did. It wasn't before now that he sat down and considered it. Clenching a fist, it felt more… Alive than it usually did.

His eye went down to the doorknob that lay by the remains of the broken door. It was completely crumpled, like tin foil compressed and folded into itself.

He grabbed it and held it up before his eyes. He'd done this… Hadn't he?

His other hand shot up and, hesitating for just one brief second, then he grabbed it between both hands, and ripped the steel in two with little difficulty.

The world felt surreal as he stared down at two pieces of metal.

This… This couldn't be happening.

He dropped the metal pieces and moved his hand down, and clutched around the wooden doorframe. He put force into it and the wood caved in beneath his fingers.

He pulled up his hand and just stared at it gaping like he had just seen All Might himself in person.

The mass moved up along his hand, dyeing it black before his eyes.

This thing… It was the source.

"You… You ARE a Quirk aren't you?"

Satisfaction.

Tears began to roll down his cheeks. Glad tears, tears of joy, tears of pure Happiness.

"MY Quirk. You're MY quirk."

He began bawling his eyes out as he tried to embrace the liquid, who responded by clinging to him like a second skin.

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