**New Life**

The city was always alive with sounds, but to me, it was just a cacophony of noise. I had no idea how to process it all, no memories to draw upon. Everything was a mystery, and I was just trying to survive. My name, or at least the one I was given, was "Reader." I didn't know what it meant or where I came from. All I knew was that I was living with Shouta Aizawa, a well-known pro hero and teacher at U.A. High School. Aizawa-sensei, as I had come to call him, was a peculiar man. His dry wit and sarcasm often left me confused, but he seemed to care for me in his own way. He had taken me in, given me a place to stay, and was trying to teach me how to live a normal life. The problem was, I wasn't normal. As I sat at the kitchen table, staring blankly at the breakfast in front of me, Aizawa-sensei sighed and rubbed his temples. "Reader, you need to eat. You can't just sit there, staring at your food all day." I looked down at the bowl of oatmeal in front of me and felt a surge of anxiety. What was wrong with me? Why couldn't I just eat like everyone else? I picked up my spoon and began to eat, trying to mimic the way Aizawa-sensei had shown me. But as I took a bite, I felt a strange tingling sensation in my fingers. It was like pins and needles, but it spread throughout my body, making my muscles twitch. I dropped my spoon, and it clattered to the floor. Aizawa-sensei cursed under his breath and rushed over to help me. "Not again, Reader. What's going on?" He examined me, his eyes scanning my body as if searching for something. I didn't know what he was looking for, but I felt a growing sense of unease. As he helped me clean up the spill, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. My eyes widened as I saw my reflection. My hair was a wild mess, and my eyes seemed...off. They were a strange, milky white, and they seemed to be staring back at me with a life of their own. Aizawa-sensei noticed my gaze and placed a gentle hand on my shoulder. "Don't worry, Reader. We'll figure this out. You're just...adjusting." Adjusting? To what? I didn't even know who I was. The rest of the day was a blur. Aizawa-sensei took me to the park, trying to help me control...whatever it was that was happening to me. We practiced walking, talking, and even simple tasks like tying my shoes. But every time I tried to focus, my body would twitch or jerk, as if it had a mind of its own. As the sun began to set, Aizawa-sensei led me back home, his expression a mixture of concern and determination. "We'll get through this, Reader. I promise." I nodded, feeling a small sense of comfort. Maybe, just maybe, I wasn't alone in this strange new world. As I lay in bed that night, I couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to me than met the eye. I was different, and I knew it. But what was I, exactly? And what lay ahead for me in this new life? The darkness seemed to closing in around me, and I could only hope that Aizawa-sensei would be there to guide me through it. As I drifted off to sleep, I felt a strange sense of calm wash over me. Maybe, just maybe, I would find the answers I was searching for. And maybe, just maybe, I would find a way to control this...this thing inside me. But for now, I was just Reader, a Nomu with no past and an uncertain future.