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Saturday
Location, UA
The bell signaling the end of lunch had just rung, everyone began to head back to their homeroom classes.
Hallways was buzzing with energy, chatter echoing throughout the grounds of U.A. as the upcoming Sports Festival became the hot topic of every student's mind.
Gojo, having been called in, had missed the interaction between his class and the general studies students, due to Nezu calling him in to discuss something in his office.
"So... you are not sure if capable of using your father's quirk." Nezu said with interest. "You're saying your quirk is so much more... for a lack of words, advanced than his that you don't really and haven't tried it."
Nezu sat at his desk, a tablet infront of him as he typed out and tapped on icons and keyboards faster than a normal person.
Gojo stood against his desk, looking through student files that sat there, all while listening to his principles words.
Satoru was called in as Nezu had wanted to find out more personal information about him, this time being about his father.
"It's like taking a high schooler and putting him back in primary, he's so far ahead that his methods would be completely different than the rest when solving problems.
My Quirk is so much more advanced that it's a no brainer I should be able to use his cleave, but his use is so simple I honestly I never used it that way." He said with a neutral tone, wanting to finish the conversation to head back to class and sleep.
"Its also not just that. My quirk and his are two different languages from the same family. My best guess is that he could be folding space in to create slashes, or maybe even something else... At best the closest thing to that is Infinity, where i divide space, and purple thats erases space.
Not really going to be easy even creating slashes from those two." He shrugded as he put down the students files, mentally taking note of the ones who piqued his interest and sat down on the couch facing Nezus desk.
Nezu had a thoughtful expression as he took his words. "Intersting. So you havent tried using them, and you're saying you don't even know how they work and if your quirk can be able to use them. Then my question is... Why haven't you tried to use them?"
"Long story short, I'm going to prove to the old man that I'm stronger than he'll ever dream of being, and I'll do it all without using his abilities.
I've created what could be separate quirks, and I've only recently had my eyes opened up to the world of quirks
Hell, I'm even working on a new ability–" Nezu interrupted him, showing surprise on his face.
"You can just make a new ability? Just like that? It would take weeks if not months for a pro hero to even come up with one new move."
Gojo chuckled, "Well, in my defence, it's not really new, more like evolved. Plus, I'm just built differently, thats all." He gave a smug smile as he finished the statement
'So... he's a bit arrogant, cocky and has a bit of an ego. Not using all the equipment in your tool box to prove someone wrong... could be dangerous.' Nezu said to himself.
"So with that, cheers Nezu." Satoru said as he headed for the door.
"It's Principal Nezu." Nezu said as he shook his head.
A few minutes later Satoru walked out the office and down the hall, hands stuffed casually into his pockets, strolled leisurely till he came past Class 1-B's room, his trademark grin plastered across his face.
Standing at the doorway was a pale skinned young man with angular eyes, mid length spiked hair of a beige color, a flat nose, and small eyebrows.
His most unusual feature is his teeth, which sit outside his skin as he had no discernible lips, giving him a skull like appearance.
"Well, well. Would you look at that, the "Honoured One" himself." He said as Gojo stopped too look at him.
"The one and only." He replied. "Satoru Gojo, and you would be?"
"That would be Juzo of our class, 1-B." Suddenly said a girl of medium height with green, thorn-covered vines for hair, one set wrapped around her forehead a couple of times in the shape of a cross.
"Yep, Juzo indeed is the name. This is Ibara." The now named Juzo said, Satoru turning to look at the vine haired girl.
She tilted her head, vines swaying curiously asshe looked up at him. "You are taller up close. Almost makes me feel like you wandered over here just to loom over us."
Satoru laughed, some more students from the class coming to see what their two classmates were doing.
"Interesting, must say, your hair routine is either easy or a pain in the ass." Gojo chuckled, Juzo nodding in agreement as Ibara narrowed her eyes.
Before Ibara could say anything, another girl, orange hair tied into a ponytail with bangs, teal-green eyes, came to the threw of them, squeezing past her classmates.
"Names Kendo, you're the one who was all over the news. Nice to meet you." She said with a friendly tone.
Meanwhile, as Juzo tried to put his hand on Gojos shoulder, it stopped inches from touching him. "So... this is that Infinity we've been hearing... I really can't touch you." He said, slightly amazed.
"Bingo," Gojo answered, tipping his head like he was praising a clever child. "You'd be surprised how often people still try."
Kendo chuckled. "Must make tag a nightmare." Ibara teased, "Or hugging." The two girls giggling at the thought.
Gojo widened his grin. "Ladies, I promise I have workarounds."
A light blush came across their face as they glared at him, Juzo laughing to the side.
A few more students turned their heads, interested, some hearing what was said and even chuckling under their breath... until a blonde haired boy with a mote lanky build shoved through the group.
"Unbelievable," Monoma sneered, practically shoving Kendo aside. "The way you're all fawning over him. Just because he got lucky against a Nomu."
He jabbed a finger at Gojo, only halting inches before his chest as his voice rose. "You must think you're some big shot, don't you? That you're special. And I bet you think the rest of your class is special too, don't you? Coming here to mock us?"
"Woah woah Monoma, relax, he just walked by, and we started talking." Juzo tried to diffuse the situation only for his classmate to ignore him.
Gojo tilted his head, smile never fading. "Mm, I don't think Im special. I know it."
The group of 1-B students shifted at his words. Some snickered quietly, others frowned. Monoma's eyes flared with indignation.
"You arrogant—" Monoma started, but Gojo cut him off with a lazy wave of his hand.
"Tell you what, loudmouth," Gojo said, leaning down just slightly, his grin widening as he lifted his blindfold to look him in the eyes.
"If you think I'm so full of myself, prove me wrong at the Sports Festival. Win. Outshine me. Show the world that you aren't just another student if you got a big problem with me
Don't waste time running your mouth… train. Because the moment you step on that stage? You're either humbling me…" He leaned closer, lowering his voice to a teasing whisper. "...or humiliating yourself. And honestly? I dare you to try."
The hallway went silent for a heartbeat.
Monoma's jaw clenched, his face red with anger, but words failed him. The quiet only broke when Kendo sighed and smacked him lightly on the back of the head with her enlarged hand.
"Honestly, Monoma, you never learn. Don't go picking fights before the Festival even starts." She turned to Gojo, arms crossed but with a faint smile tugging at her lips. "Sorry about him. He's… well hes just like that."
"No worries," Gojo said with a shrug. "I enjoy a little fire. Keeps things fun." He straightened and started toward his classroom, calling back over his shoulder.
"Remember what I said though, don't whine about the Honoured One unless you've got the guts to back it up. I'll be waiting."
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Back in Class 1-A, Gojo slid open the door. Everone sat in groups whispering. Planning for the sports festival. Heads turned to see who opened the door only to look away as they saw Satoru.
Before he could properly enter the class, Uraraka came up to him and leaned in.
"Hey, um, Gojo? You should know that uh... Bakugo kinda… upset the General Studies students. Now some boy named Shinso is talking about declaring war on our class."
Gojo blinked, then shrugged as he began to walk to his desk, Uraraka follwing behind him. "Hm. That's fine." He dropped into his seat, leaning back, eyes drifting toward the ceiling.
"War makes things interesting. Wish I didn't miss it, would have loved to be there. Shinso has some guy declaring war. Not surprisedBakugo caused it."
Mina perked up, walking over to their resident space manipulater. "Where were you, Gojo?"
"Just said hi to our opponents. Told the one guy to stop whining and man up." He said casually, putting his arms behind his head.
The room went still, then erupted into determination. Even Kaminari pounded a fist against his desk. "Then we'll crush them. Gold's gonna be Class 1-A's!"
Gojo chuckled, leaning back. "Actually, gold's mine. You can fight for silver if you want. I don't mind. Its still shiny."
Annoyance flared among the rest of the class. Bakugo scowled, Todoroki glanced away with narrowed eyes, and even Yaoyorozu frowned. But beneath their frustration, no one could deny the truth. With Infinity, Gojo didn't need anything else.
Still, the thought of conceding without trying gnawed at them. Soon, pockets of the class began forming plans.
While the Honoured One had zoned out, the room continued buzzing. Class 1-A had a storm of tension. The upcoming Sports Festival had already put pressure on them, but the moment Gojo casually declared that gold was his and that they could fight for the scraps, they collectively snapped.
Gojo yawned as he put his blindfold back over his eyes, before zoning out, as if the outside world didn't exist.
Meanwhile, Kaminari slammed his hands on his desk. "Alright, come on, guys, we can't just let Mister Smug talk down to us! There's gotta be a way to break through that Infinity thing of his!"
"Yeah." Kirishima agreed before stating his thoughts. "What if we all just throw, like… a mountain of stuff at him? He can't block everything! Right?!"
Sero, along with the rest of the class, gave him a flat look. "That's… literally what Infinity does, dude. He doesn't block. It just never reaches him." Sero said with a flat tone.
Kirishima pumped his fists. "Then we need something manly! Like an attack so powerful it just smashes through the barrier!"
"That's not how it works either…" Yaoyorozu cut in sharply, her hand raised. She leaned forward, her brow furrowed in deep thought. "From what we've seen, Infinity isn't a barrier in the traditional sense. He kept telling us that, now we know its just a spatial division.
Everything slows infinitely before reaching him, meaning it doesn't matter how strong the attack is... It simply won't connect. The only viable method I can think of is to… bypass his perception. Perhaps with extreme speed or precision that overwhelms his calculations."
"That's… kinda what I was thinking," Midoriya muttered, suddenly everyone had their eyes on the boy who was scribbling furiously in his notebook. He didn't even look up as he spoke, words pouring out like steam.
"If we could accelerate past each division point, then technically, yes, we could close the distance. May–" He tried to continue before Iida interrupted him.
"But the velocity required would be… absurd. Even All Might at his peak would probably struggle to break through that in a single burst considering how the USJ Nomu couldnt. I pride myself in being the fastest... aside from Gojo, in the class but even I'll say my full output would be nothing." Iida adjusted his glasses, as he spoke.
"Unless we had someone who could either negate the Quirk outright or move at speeds beyond calculable limits… the strategy falls apart." He concluded, arms crossed with a serious expression.
Kaminari openned his mouth to say something, but unexpectedly, Bakugo barked out a laugh from the back of the room. Everyone turned to him.
"Tch… you extras are pathetic." He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, eyes gleaming with that familiar feral pride. "You're all wasting time thinking of how to beat him head on. Infinity's unbeatable? No shit. But that doesn't mean he's unbeatable."
The class went quiet. Even Midoriya froze mid-note. Bakugo smirked, baring his teeth. "You don't crush Gojo by trying to 'reach him.' You crush him by forcing him to waste energy, stamina, and focus on things outside of Infinity.
Make him fight on multiple fronts. Push him into using his brains instead of that damn safety net. Because the second he slips… even for a moment… he's mine."
Bakugo finished, no one told him to be quiet as they all considered it. Perhaps he was right, forcing him to slip up would probably work.
'Poor kids... maybe if that was before USJ it would work... even then it's a maybe.' Gojo thought to himself.
Gojo, only chuckled. He had been paying, albeit only a little bit, of attention even as his blindfolded gaze was tilted toward the ceiling, a small smile playing on his lips.
"Man… you kids plot like villains already. I like it. But here's the thing…"
The room fell silent.
"You're all thinking so hard about me," Gojo said softly, pushing off his desk and walking toward the door.
"But the reality is... you could scheme for a thousand years, and you still wouldn't touch me. Not unless I let you. Its not even because you're weak–"
The class frowned at that, some still upset about him talking down on them like that, a blue hue coming from underneath his blindfold as his smirk widened.
"It's just that I'm Satoru Gojo."
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