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The world was never built on fairness.
Quirks.
Blessings, miracles, curses depending on who you asked, were humanity's attempt at explaining the unexplainable. A single mutation, a quirk factor, inherited, passed down, merged, and altered across generations until it became the backbone of society itself.
Some people could sweat nitroglycerin, others breathe fire, others sprout wings, some could control the very world around them. On paper, the system was simple:
One quirk gene from the mother, one from the father, mixed into something new. A single energy source, one core.
But nature was never kind to those who tried to cheat it.
Two quirks in one body? Forced, stolen, ripped out of another person's soul? The body rejected it. Energy clashed against energy, circuits burned out. If it didn't kill you, it broke you.
Except for one man... if he was a mere man to begin with.
A demon.
He was not like other men. He did not inherit quirks. He took them. And when he discovered the rules of nature could be bent, he turned to something beyond humanity.
Something unlike a normal business man. A contract could be made. And through these contract he made, he could force their bodies to accept the quirks he gave them.
When the son of a man who had took part in such contracts was born, the world expected that child to inherit a quirk of impossible origin. But what came forth was not inheritance.
It was mutation.
The boy was not born with six different stolen abilities. Instead, those energies, incompatible with the human vessel, fractured, mutated into something never seen before.
Space itself bent around him. Repulsion and attraction, manipulation of infinity, a cursed gift warped into something divine. And the rest… the remains of those stolen powers… they fused, condensed, became a single, perfect lens for his eyes.
That was Satoru Gojo. The mutation of the quirk order.
And now, his near lifeless body lay crumpled on the cold ground of the USJ, blood soaking in its own blood. Darkness shrouding his conscious.
The trees and ground around the body damaged from his impact. Surely no man could possible survive those hits from a monster built to fight one of the strongest on the planet...
The air rippled around him. Space warped around his body.
And for the first time. Everything felt right. Just right...
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Aizawa was pinned underneath the grotesque strength of the nomu. It's hand encasing his head and smashing it into the ground. As if it was a dog playing with a toy, crushing the breath from its lungs.
The students looked in horror, at least those who could. Todoroki lay unmoving, his chest heaving with exhaustion, ice cracked and melted all around him.
Bakugo's body twitched, bruised and battered from his own reckless fury. Momo couldn't even stand, her body trembling, every ounce of energy drained from her.
Thirteen was unconscious, collapsed in a heap.
Three bodies lay covered via a large body bag like material, trying to preserve any dignity they had left, and their classmates unable to stare at their friends deceased bodies. Some traumatised, crying, while others couldn't move. The pain was too much.
Hero course class 1-A had a losing hand. The gamble was still on and they lost their royal flush.
And yet above it all, Shigaraki Tomura laughed. A sickly, rasping sound that echoed through the ruined facility. His hand twitched, fingers flexing in anticipation as he tilted his head, looking at the remaining survivors like a child examining broken toys.
"You heroes…" he rasped, dragging his nails across his neck until blood welled up in faint lines. "So weak. So predictable. Eraserhead, nothing but a ragdoll now.
And the kids—" his cracked lips pulled into a grin, "—the Symbol of Peace's precious little eggs, smashed before they could hatch."
His eyes landed on Midoriya, who was lying on the floor, limbs broken and bruised, tears flowing from his eyes as his head shook with guilt.
"And you," Shigaraki said, almost giddy. "If it wasn't for you, he wouldn't be dead. I must admit, Im extremly thankful. Had you not of saved Brainless, he most likely would have been crushed into nothing by that blue-black-hole thing. All your fault and we applaud you for it."
Midoriya's breath caught in his throat, eyes wide as tears streamed down. "I didn't mean it! I just... I wanted to help. I wanted to be a he–"
"To be a hero?" Shigaraki let out a relaxed breath. "I may be a villain, but even I know that heros don't cause the deaths of their classmates. Maybe you missed that lesson." He let out another raspy, rough laugh.
Midoriya getting crushed by the guilt. Bakugo stood infront of the class. Todoroki pushed himself up, but it was clear he was too weak to even stand still.
Shigaraki stepped closer, savoring it. "Pathetic. You couldn't save him. You couldn't save anyone. And now, I'll have you watch the rest of them die too. Starting with the Pro Hero Eraser Head." He snapped his fingers, the nomu lifted the man up, holding his arms in both hands to rip them off.
"Maybe this wil teach All Might a lesson."
Aizawa was too weak to even use his quirk.
'Im sorry. I couldnt save my class... Please forgive me Nezu...' Were the words running through his mind as he accepted his fate.
"L-look away." He said in a strained and weak voice. Hoping to spare them any more trauma.
Bakugo rushing to save him, Todoroki trying his best to blast his ice to the nomu, his right arm starting to glow red hot.
'I didn't want to use your power... But I need it!' He thought to himself.
Shigaraki spread his arms to his side in joy. "WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THAT ALL MIGHT?! THATS RIGHT. I WI–"
A ripple through space, visible, had appeared. Everyone felt it. The air tensed more, the hairs on their necks standing up. Brainless dropped Aizawa and looked behind Shigaraki. It's primal instincts focusing on the greater danger at hand.
A low, unhinged laughter came from behind him. Shigaraki smile dropped instantly then slowly turned to see what everyone was looking at, praying to whatever God he believed in it wasn't who he thought it was.
And there he stood. His bloodied body that had moments ago been on the brink of death was now standing. Bent at first, trembling, dripping blood, but grinning wide, standing a few inches off the ground.
His White hair matted with blood, his uniform in tatters, jacket open to show his bloodied white shirt and his eyes glowing with unnatural clarity.
"D-did you miss me?" He asked, voice dripping with madness before he threw his hands to his side and let out a unhinged laughter of his own.
Aizawa looking through his one open eye. 'That's not... the same... Gojo...' was the last thoughts before his consciousness slipped away.
His classmates all looking with wide eyes and in disbelief, mumbling questions like "how?". Some of them standing up unable to believe he was back.
"H-how are you... YOU SHOULD BE DEAD, I SAW YOUR BROKEN BODY RAGDOLL IN THE AIR!" Shigaraki shouted, pointing an accusing finger as Gojo as he stumbled back in slight fear.
Meanwhile Gojo straightened his back, a loud crack heard as he rolled his shoulders, that crazed smile never once leaving his face.
"How the hell didn't I think of this before? Blue compresses, Red repels... opposites. I kept treating them like separate toys, when really…" he kept talking, no one really understanding him. But one thing was clear.
Something happened. And Satoru Gojo is different.
"I had this power since birth, i never even remembered it, all I remember was my Limitless. But now I think about it, perhaps it was the trauma, the pain of it that my body pushed it and buried it. How could a child handle so many energies in their system! Right!?"
Shigaraki had a face of confusion and fear. "What the fuck does that have to do with you not dying!?" He shouted, and as a reply he only got a childish and unhinged laugh again from Gojo.
'They all look so... it's all bright... The Nomu looks like a campfire while the rest all have a softer yet unique shine to them. Is this that energy?' Gojo thought to himself before a idea came into his head.
"I can actually feel it the tension of space, the push and pull. It's like every atom is begging me to choose whether it collapses or explodes–"
"BRAINLESS, KILL THAT BLOODY FREAK!" Shigaraki screamed, the Nomu vanishing and appearing, too fast for anyone's eyes to track as it sprinted towards the boy.
But not for Satoru, who effortlessly moved out the way and jumped over the Nomu, and stood on the very air above where it was before it stumbled and fell due to its momentum.
"–So what happens if I don't choose? What if I let both run together? I guess we're about to find out…"
"Laspe Blue." From his left hand, a ball of blue formed and went off to his side, in his right hand, a ball of red formed, it too went to his other side. "Reversal Red..."
Two opposites of nature. Of space itself.
The Nomu got up, and charged at the boy, jumping up to tackle him down.
Everyone watched with suspense. Even Shigaraki looked at the scene, mouth agape in awe.
The two orbs danced around Gojo before he lifted up his hand. The two splashed infront of his hands, a violent purple light appearing before him.
"Imaginary Technique–"
The Nomu let out a primal scream, but Gojo stared it in the eyes as he flicked the new mass at it.
"–Hollow Purple. "
A blinding violet sphere screamed it's way across the battlefield. Everyone shielded their eyes from the light. When the light faded, silence fell.
The Nomu's entire upper torso was gone. The ground behind him was annihilated, as if the earth itself had been carved away by some colossal hand.
His classmates all looked in wonder. Those who even had the energy tried to figure out what he had just done.
What he has become.
Everyone looked on with amazement. And Gojo hovered above, smiling wider, blood dripping down his chin, his expression somewhere between bliss and madness.
A laugh broke the quiet atmosphere. Shigaraki let out a laugh of disbelief. "You idiot! My Nomu has one of the best regeneration! You can't—" and then he stopped.
The Nomu twitched. Its body shuddered. But nothing grew back. Its legs stumbled, it collapsed without its upper half, thudding to the ground.
"Throughout heaven and earth…" he whispered, eyes blazing. Then louder, clearer, echoing across the ruins:
"I am the Honoured One."
The space once again warped around him. Everyone felt a pressure they couldn't explain.
Shigaraki's grin faltered. His hands shook as he looked like a child who found a boogeyman under his bed. He clawed at his neck, drawing blood as he started to wheeze heavily.
"Kurogiri—"
The portal opened in an instant, swallowing him whole with Kurogiri as the remaining villains surrendered without resistance, staring in awe at the carnage.
And when the portal closed, all that remained was silence. The purple scars of destruction carved into the battlefield. The Nomu's legs twitching before stillness.
And Gojo Satoru, floating above it all, grinning like a god who had just remembered he was divine.
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I recieve 5 of your stones.
You recieve the aftermath chapter.