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The classroom was quiet when Gojo walked in, sliding his hands into his pockets and slipping into his chair behind the desk like he had all the time in the world.
His blindfold hung lazily just above his nose, giving him that look that made it hard to tell if he was half asleep or half amused.
He tilted his head back, letting his thoughts drift. 'Guess I really came early... Well, Uncle did say that he wanted me gone out the house, anyway.'
He stretched out his arms and rolled his shoulders, feeling the slight ache from training the entire weekend. 'Uncle really didn't hold back this weekend…
Jackpot mode or not, if I can push him into a corner without using my quirk, then maybe I'm finally getting there. Still, stalemates aren't good enough. Next time, I'll end it.'
The door slid open, pulling him from his thoughts as two of his classmates came to a stop in the doorway before seeing Gojo and groaning.
Kaminari and Kirishima walked in through the door, both panting heavily. "Man! I thought I'd be the first in class." Kaminari sulked as he walked in after Kirishima.
"Yo, Gojo!" Kirishima grinned and walked over to his desk. He slapped him lightly on the shoulder; "That fight was insane! Totally manly the way you did that finisher on Bakugo!"
"Yea, man! The way he called out his ultimate move, only to be hit from the back with a Red and then everything went wrong, only for you to then give that brutal finish!" Kaminari spoke as he appeared infront of his desk.
"Well. Thanks guys. It was nothing really, you two didn't do so bad yourselves, the way you handled Iida," he pointed to Kirishima, "and how you handled Todoroki, you should be proud." Kirishima put a hardened fist for his chest.
"Yo question actually, I've been meaning to ask you for a favour, but you haven't been answering your text messages." Kaminari said.
Gojo raised an eyebrow before understanding what he meant. "Oh yeah, well in all honesty, I didn't go on my phone during the weekend. Was training at home, so what's this favour?" He shrugged.
Kaminari took a deep breath before bowing towards Gojo, surprising Kirishima, Gojo and Uraraka with her girl gang who walked through the door.
"Satoru Gojo, will you please train me? Your fighting and quirk skills are at a level I wish to be at. I want to be someone able to be strong, and you're the strongest in this class so who better to ask." He spoke, Gojo standing up trying to interrupt him but he kept going, standing up straight now with a tear struck face and struggling to string his sentences together.
"I've been training by myself, but it's not enough... Ever since Sato sacrificed himself for me at the USJ... I just can't sleep well knowing that if I had been stronger, I'd be able to avoid his death. Please, I beg of you... teach me." He ended, tears falling onto the ground as he held in his sobs, looking at Gojo.
Satoru put a hand on his shoulder and with his other hand pulled down his blindfold to look at him eye to eye. He saw the quirk energy inside him, a glowing small fire of yellow with a blue tint, flowing throughout his body.
He sighed and looked at his face. Gritted teeth. Tears falling freely down his face as he held back sobs. Trying to hold himself together as he begged the one man he knew that could help him.
He was untouchable, found counters to Erasure, Copy and Brainwash, withstood the flames of Todoroki, Bakugo being the only one who came close to an equal hand to hand until he turned the tables on him.
Satoru sighed and looked at him. "Denki Kaminari. You were strong. Telling yourself you're not strong enough will eat you from the inside out. Sato gave you a second chance. I'm sure he doesn't regret it.
Are you sure about this? Hand to hand wise, I take it seriously. Even with my training Quirk wise as well, I take it seriously. Creativity and finding your limit is everything to break said limit... Ill train you, but you'll owe me."He said with a grin, Kaminari wiping his tears as he gave a thumbs up with his other hand.
"Then I'll work hard enough till that limit is gone. Thank you so much." Kaminari said as Kirishima was rubbing his own eyes, muttering something about this manliness was enough to make a grown man cry.
Momo pat his back, Kaminari turning to smile at her and rubbing the back of his head before looking at Gojo holding out his hand. "Then I promise to work hard and push myself so that one day I can repay you, whatever the cost may be."
Gojo took his hand and shook it with a firm grip and pulled his blindfold back up. "Look forward to seeing what you'll become."
"...Could you train me as well, Gojo?" Uraraka asked as she walked to stand next to Kaminari, putting her hand out as well.
Satoru smiled as gave her his other hand, shaking both Uraraka's and Kaminari's hands before letting go. "Guess I'm a mentor at U.A. now." He laughed, causing giggles or laught to come from the rest.
"Actually, Gojo, there's another thing I need help with as well. It's very important, and I need your help with this too." Uraraka said with a serious face.
"What's wrong? Did something happen to you?" He said with a seriousness that shocked her, causing her to laugh.
"No no no, it's about my hero name... I spoke to Midnight, and she let me know today we are working on our hero names; I've been thinking about mine and want your opinion," She said with a smile.
"Well, let's hear it out, drumroll please." and right on cue as Kirishima spoke, Jiro began a drumroll with the drumsticks and mini drum created by Momo.
"It's... Uravity!" she said with a little jump and fist in the air. The others nodded their heads in approval, but Uraraka focused on the look Gojo had.
With the blindfold on, it was hard to gauge his expression at times. He lifted a hand and put it on her shoulder.
"Hey. It's... it's um... It's not bad at all, it's actually pretty cute to match your cute looks in your hero outfit... But–" he said, Uraraka's face beaming with joy until she heard the 'but'.
'Fuck, fuck, fuck, come on, space, gravity... stars, okay, stars... Uh...' He looked at her, internally thinking about a name he could suggest. 'Bingo.'
"So, this is just a suggestion but I do a lot of reading so, you remind me of a word I came across not too long ago. How about 'Astera'." He said with a grin.
"Hm, that does actually make sense, I guess. That word is Latin for–" As Momo was about to give her breakdown of it, Uraraka immediately nodded her head.
"That sounds so much cooler! Thanks Satoru!" She wrapped her arms around him in a hug, taking him by surprise as he rubbed the back of his head with a chuckle.
What surprised the others was that she managed to touch him and not stop just shy of Infinity.
Kaminari cleared his throat to bring the attention to himself, Uraraka letting go of Gojo while everyone looked at him.
"Gojo. Since you seem knowledgeable... I need your help with my hero name as well. I bet you'll like it." he said with a grin and a thumb pointed at himself, electricity jumping from his thumb to his chest.
"The Electric Hero: Charge bolt!" He said as he flashed a pose, looking to the side as he straightened his jacket.
Gojo looked him dead in the eyes.
"You want my professional diagnosis? No."
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30 minutes later..
It's been about half an hour; the class was full compared to the small group earlier, chatter going about with encouragements and compliments.
Gojo had his head on the table, most thinking he was probably asleep as they called his name to no response.
Midoriya stood with a thinking expression while he spoke to Kaminari, Momo and Uraraka, Bakugo was seen listening to Todoroki with an annoyed expression and a deadly glare directed towards Gojo.
Suddenly, the door slid open. Everone quickly rushed to their seats after seeing Aizawa walking through the door, a tired expression on his face and a sleeping bag under his arms.
Aizawa walked to the centre of the room and looked around the classroom, the room dropping into silence. His tired eyes made most of them feel threatened before stopping briefly on the three standouts. "Gojo, Bakugo, Todoroki. Good work."
He watched as Present Mic walked in, holding four boxes stacked on top of each other as he struggled to walk in without falling over.
"Don't mind him. He's fine." Aizawa gestured towards Present Mic before ignoring his request for help." Anyway. Bakugo, and Todoroki congratulations. Todoroki, good job. You're now using your fire; I'm glad you saw the true potenial you were holding back.
Bakugo, our second place winner, you impressed me with how you used your quirk in the fight. And finally, Satoru," he looked at the boy with his head on the table and sighed. "I know you're awake. Good work.
The rest of you, even though you lost your battles, don't sulk. The Sports Festival isn't about winning. Mostly. It's about exposure. Heroes watch. Agencies scout. Every single one of you has already achieved the actual goal we had for you all.
The boxes your English teacher is carrying is actually all the internship offers sent to each and everyone one of you. But... well get into that later."
Everyone smiled, whispers of excitement and bets being made for who has the most.
Aizawa's gaze swept across the class again, but instead of continuing, he tugged at his scarf and let out a long sigh. Present Mic finally put down the boxes on the desk and walked out grumbling.
"Now… as much as I hate this next part, it's necessary." Aizawa sighed and rubbed his temple.
The door slid open again, and in strutted Midnight, her heels clicking against the floor as she waved dramatically.
"Hello, my adorable little hatchlings!" she sang, posing with a wink that made Kaminari nearly choke on his own spit.
The class instantly shifted into a mix of excitement and embarrassment, Kaminari and Kirishima leaning forward in their seats, although trying in a more discreet manner, Mina whispering to Jiro, and Iida stiffly adjusting his glasses in disapproval.
Aizawa pinched the bridge of his nose as Midnight came and gave him a hug before standing next to him. "This is Midnight, you remember her from the sports festival... She's here for today's… exercise." His tone was flat, as if the whole situation was a migraine. "Hero names."
The class erupted in chatter again. Midnight clapped her hands together as she gave a sly smile.
"That's right! Your hero identities. The name the world will one day scream in admiration, or fear. Choose carefully, because this will be a part of your brand for life!"
She let her eyes sweep the room before locking on Gojo, who was still leaning lazily in his chair." And that includes you, handsome–" she pointed her finger at Gojo.
"Don't think you get to nap your way out of this one."
Gojo lifted his head and stretched his arms as he yawned . "Challenge accepted; I'm tired enough. This is a battle you won't win."
Midnight grinned like a cat with a mouse. "Mm, well then, I don't mind getting you to become more alive with with fevor, how about some–" Aizawa groaned and spoke. "Please try not to flirt with my students. And Satoru, take part. As class president, you must set an example."
"Awe, I was just playing with him." Some of the class laughed at that, a certain brunette was hiding the jealously he felt, and Satoru sighed.
'Well, might as well see what the others got... actually, what will my hero name be?' Gojo thought, eyes narrowing beneath the blindfold as Midnight spoke about the importance of having a hero name.
'How ironic... I thought of everything but an actual Hero name...'
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