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The morning sun casts a golden glow over the Zenin Residential Area.
In a well large enough house, nothing over the top, a nice simple home for a certain man.
Said man was now sitting in the living room, reading the recent paper with a cup of coffee by hum and a half-eaten sandwich.
Koun was a part time construction worker, while usually he'd be at work at this time, he took the day off.
He had gotten a call about some family matters he had to attend.
nearby, Gojo Saturo was making his own lunch for the day.
His U.A. uniform, worn loosely, of course. Part of his shirt wasn't tucked in, his tie was loose and wearing his signature black sunglasses.
He adjusts his sunglasses, running a hand through his messy white hair, not bothering to neaten it, as he packed everything he needed, leaving the kitchen in a mess as he walked to the door.
"Sure you don't need me to drop you off?"
Koun asked as gojo stood at the now open door, Koun getting up from his seat to greet Gojo.
"It's fine, I don't mind the walk, not that far either," Gojo replied
Koun stood by the doorway, watching him with a neutral expression as he walked off.
"Don't cause too much trouble, Satoru."
Gojo smirks.
"Can't promise that, old man."
He steps outside, hands in his pockets, exuding effortless confidence.
Koun chuckled seeing this
'Damn brat'
Today marks his first actual day at U.A.
He looked at the clock near the kitchen before going back to his seat and reading the paper.
'He left an hour early.. must want to make a good impression.. who am I kidding, he's frolicking in flowers for all I know.'
He looked against at the clock and back at the newspaper.
"Any minute now."
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The house was dead still. Koun sat in his chair waiting for the person to arrive.
'Calls me to speak and he's late by an hour.'
He thought to himself
"Typical"
A knock came on the door shortly.
"Enter. Took you long enough."
Koun said as the door opened and in walked a tall, muscular man, a mop of short messy pink-ish hair on his head and sharp black eyes.
"..Long time no see.. Brother Koun."
The tension in the air is palpable as Gojo's father, Ryomen Saturo, stood there across the room from Koun, who didn't even bother to look around at him.
He stops at a sliding door, opening it without hesitation.
Ryomen wore a pristine crimson red suit to go suit and maintained a commanding presence.
"Do you not even stand up to greet your younger brother, or should it be more official, since i am the her-"
"I don't care at all." Koun replied coldly as he stood up, placing the newspaper down folded before walking towards Ryomen, standing a meter or two away from him.
They stared at each other in silence for who knows how long.
"Perhaps i was a bit rude. Its been a while, Koun."
"Not long enough."
Ryomen clicks his tongue but doesn't respond to the comment.
"I want to know how weak Gojo is, or has become."
The room chills. Kouns fingers curled into a fist.
"Weak? Don't make me laugh. He is anything but weak."
Ryomens expression darkens.
"Is that so? Then how come the failure hasn't tried to make contact with me? Why abandon his real family?"
Kouns eyes narrow.
"Maybe because he doesn't want to be a pawn in your game. Maybe because his father, a man who blamed a goddamn 5-year-old boy for not saving his mother from being killed."
Koun's voice rose as he spoke, his temper rising.
"Where were you, huh?! Where were you to blame the literal child? You weren't there at the bank, nor did you comfort the boy, all you did was just blamed him!"
"Father was right, you really were the stain of-"
Ryomen stepped forward, his Quirk activating.
A distortion warps the air around his arm, making it seem like space itself is bending as he interrupted Koun, running his other hand through his hair.
"You should remember, little brother, I can cut you down here and no one wo-"
"You and I both know that your Quirk, 'Wind Cleave', is a terrible match against me. I haven't used my quirk as good and well as I use to, but I can still kick your ass-"
A razor-thin, near-invisible shape manifests along Kouns arm right arm.
Just then, Koun's own Quirk activated, his arm and fist glowing green a dull green as he flexed his finger before tightening his fist.
For a tense moment, neither moves.
The very air hums with power, the two brothers standing on the edge of conflict.
But then Ryomen scoffs, withdrawing his power as the air around his arm turns normal.
"Tch. I have no time for this." He turns, heading toward the door.
Just before leaving, he pauses.
"Gojo will break. Gojo will break, and his death wouldn't surprise me; he's failed himself, his mother, and, most importantly, me.
"What did that poor woman and child do to deserve you at the husband and son? You replaced both barely a half a year after the bank attack.."
The silence thay followed after was deafening.
Ome could drop a needle and hear it clang against the floor.
Then Koun spoke as he sighed deeply.
"Get out of my house."
Ryomen doesn't answer.
He simply walks out the house and slam the door closed, Koun standing there as he deactivated his quirk.
After a few minutes, he walked to the kitchen to put a cloth over the cut.
Meanwhile, Ryomen got in his vehicle and drove away.
"Tsk, I even forgot to ask if Gojo is attending U.A.. oh well, I'll find out myself."
He picked up his phone to make a call.
"Hello. Yes. Find out about a certain student at U.A., Gojo Saturo."
He ended the call.
Sitting in the back of the car arms folded with an irritated expression as he ran his fingers through his pink hair.
"Just how strong is he then, 'Lucky Koun'.."
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The peaceful morning at U.A. The classroom door sliding open interrupts the peaceful morning at U.A.
Gojo Satoru strides in, casually late.
He's slightly unprofessional appearance and his hands stuffed in his pockets as he walks in without a care in the world.
The room falls silent.
Then
"GOJO!"
Iida bursts out of his seat, his movements robotic with fury.
"You are LATE! And your UNIFORM, this is unacceptable for a U.A. student! Do you have any sense of discipline!?"
Lida tried to hit his shoulder, but his hand slowed down before coming to a stop before it hit him.
Gojo tilts his head.
"Mmm… nah, not really."
"W..what?! I can't.. touch you" lida said in a strained tone as he tried forcing his hand to touch Gojo.
The class erupts in murmurs.
Damn, this guy just does whatever he wants, huh?"
"This level of disregard for rules… he's completely unserious."
"He seems… confident."
"Hah? He acts like he's hot shit."
"Woahh how's he doing that?"
"Does he have a force field?"
"Thats actually a cool trick"
Regarding Gojo, people's opinions were divided, some focusing on his appearance and attitude.
Or on the fact Lidas hand remained frozen as Gojo was laughing with Lida trying to grip Gojos shoulder.
Gojo then stepped out of the way as Lida nearly fell over, catching himself on one of the tables as Gojo simply waltz his way to the back of the class and takes a seat.
People were either laughing at Lidas fall, commenting and whispering about Gojo or just not caring about the current situation.
Gojo took off his glasses, some of the girls looking at his bright blue eyes before looking away before he noticed.
Out the corner of his eyes, he recognised a certain brown-haired girl, Uraraka glances at him before quickly looking away.
'Hey, that's the girly I saved, I also remember engine legs, and.. wait isn't that the dumbass' he thought to himself as he saw Midoriya looking in his direction.
'..whys the dumbass looking at me..'
He hesitates before finally getting up and approaching him.
"Gojo… thanks again for what you did."
Gojo leans back, tilting his head lazily, sighing.
"You again? Seriously, man, stop being so sentimental. I didn't save you for free."
Midoriya blinks.
"Huh?"
Gojo grins, thinking how he can mess with him.
"I expect payment."
Midoriya stammers.
"W-what kind of payment??"
Gojo shrugs.
"Dunno yet. I'll let you know, consider it as if it as a favour you'll owe me.
Before Midoriya could process that, Aizawa enters the room, silencing everyone, yet he walked into the class within a sleeping bag.
"Alright, settle down. I don't care who you all are, but you'll know me as your Home room teacher, Aizawa."
He said as he got out of the bag, and rolled it up, fixing his scarf and then walking out of the class, speaking as he left.
His voice was tired and uncaring.
"We're going straight to the Quirk Assessment Test."
Everyone looked annoyed or confused
"Oh, and I'll expel anyone who's not coming with"
That instantly got everyone out of their chairs and following behind him.
Gojo calmly got out his seat and followed at the back of the group, thinking about what tests they'd get.
Gojo smirks.
"Heh. This should be fun."
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Meanwhile..
In the dimly lit office of U.A., Principal Nezu sits at his desk, sipping a cup of tea as his beady eyes scan through a set of classified files.
The pages rustle softly as he turns them, his normally cheerful expression replaced by deep contemplation.
On the document before him, the name 'Satoru Gojo' is bolded at the top.
"Hmm… fascinating."
He flips through records of Gojo's academic history, past evaluations, and combat performance.
His scores, despite his reckless attitude, were exceptional.
Then, Nezu reaches a particular section, family background.
His tiny paws still as he skimmed through it all before his eyes landed on a particular part.
Gojo's father: Ryomen Saturo
Nezu's small black eyes narrow. He adjusts his glasses.
'So.. the high-Ranking Official in the Hero Public Safety Commission, the right hand to Madam President Reinka Kamizono.. the highest ranking enforcer.."
"Oh, dear."
Nezu leans back, pressing his paws together in thought.
"So that explains why Midnight complained about calls coming from the Public Safety Hero Commission about our certain blue eyed and confident student"
The Hero Commission, the shadow behind Japan's hero society.
They were the ones responsible and in charge of covert operations, enforcing regulations, and ensuring the system functioned as they saw fit.
And the son of one of their high-ranking enforcers was now attending U.A.
Nezu's tail flicks slightly.
"I wonder… did he come here simply to be a hero, or is there something more to this?"
The file remains open on his desk, Gojo's ID photo staring up at him, messy-haired, grinning, sunglasses on.
'But according to the information given, he's lived with his uncle for the last few years..'
Nezu exhales, placing down his tea.
"This year's batch of students is going to be quite interesting. Yet this one in particular.. I can already feel the headaches coming.."
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