The glow of the monitor painted the room in shifting blues and whites, reflecting off glossy posters taped across every inch of wall space. Heroes like Batman, Spider-Man and Superman fill the walls. Swords are on stands hanging on the walls. It looked less like a bedroom and more like a shrine to every universe that had ever made a teenage heart race.
At the center of it all sat a nineteen-year-old slouched in a creaking chair, hoodie half-zipped and hair messy from hours of scrolling, his eyes locked onto the monitor as manga panels flashed rapidly across the screen.
His pupils flicked back and forth with sharp focus while his expression shifted with every page, tension tightening his shoulders one second and excitement lighting his face the next.
"DAMN! That's what I'm talking about, Yuji! Destroy that bastard Mahito!!" he shouted, slapping his desk hard enough to rattle the keyboard as if he were ringside at a fight instead of alone in his room.
The scene ended and he leaned back with a satisfied sigh, closing the tab while the faint hum of his PC fan filled the silence like white noise after a storm. A new window suddenly appeared before he could open anything else, bright text flashing across the screen so boldly it looked like it had forced its way into existence.
WELCOME TO THE REINCARNATION SIMULATOR!
He blinked slowly at it, suspicion creeping into his expression as he leaned closer. "…Huh. Weird ad," he muttered while squinting at the letters. "…But why not try it."
His cursor hovered for a moment as hesitation and curiosity wrestled for control, but curiosity won like it always did and he clicked. The screen instantly went black while white letters appeared one by one as if typed by an invisible hand.
SPIN THE WHEEL TO FIND OUT YOUR WORLD.
A massive digital wheel materialized, divided into glowing slices labeled with names he recognized immediately, and his heartbeat began to pick up as he read them aloud under his breath like sacred titles.
"Naruto… One Piece… Dragon Ball… DC… Marvel… Bleach… The Boys… Invincible… God of War… Game of Thrones." His eyes widened more with each name until he whispered, "No way… is this some kind of game?"
The cursor shifted into a hand icon and he clicked, sending the wheel spinning faster and faster until the colors blurred into a ring of light that lit his face like a halo. It slowed gradually, ticking past worlds that could crush planets and rewrite reality before finally stopping on Marvel Comics.
He shot upright so fast his chair screeched across the floor. "Oh damn, that's a strong universe," he said with a nervous laugh while running a hand through his hair. "With the amount of world-ending no, universe-ending people there, I'd need a broken ability just to survive."
As if the program heard him, the screen shifted again and new words appeared with a brighter glow than before.
SPIN THE WHEEL OF FICTION TO FIND OUT WHAT CHARACTER'S ABILITIES YOU WILL HAVE!
Another wheel formed, this one shining intensely as if it carried more weight than the first, and he cracked his knuckles like a gamer about to enter ranked mode. "Alright," he said with a grin, "let's see what I get."
The wheel spun and names flashed too quickly to read until it slowed and stopped on one.
SATORU GOJO.
For half a second he just stared, brain frozen as recognition hit, and then he exploded out of his chair with a shout loud enough to echo down the hall. "YESSSS!" he yelled, nearly tripping over himself as he pointed wildly at the screen. "That's like one of the strongest anime characters ever! Infinity, Six Eyes, Limitless! Bro I could survive Marvel EASY with that!"
He paced in tight circles, running both hands through his hair while laughing in disbelief, his excitement practically vibrating off him like static electricity. "I'm built different already," he declared proudly, pointing at himself like he'd personally earned the power instead of winning it from a random spin.
The screen flickered once more and new text appeared.
SPIN THIS WHEEL AND ITS OPTIONAL TO RECEIVE A WEAPON.
His grin slowly widened into something mischievous as he leaned closer. "Optional?" he repeated, voice full of interest. "Cool… I could get a weapon. Let's see what I get."
The wheel spun again and this time it slowed with dramatic slowness, dragging out the suspense until it finally stopped on YAMATO.
His jaw dropped so fast it looked like gravity had yanked it down. "YOOOO!" he shouted, grabbing his head with both hands as laughter burst out of him. "Gojo with Yamato is TOO broken! That's actually illegal!"
He started pacing again like he'd just won the lottery, sneakers squeaking faintly on the floor while he imagined scenarios of himself fighting cosmic beings and winning effortlessly. "This simulation's about to be a power fantasy speedrun," he said, barely containing his excitement as he bounced slightly on his heels.
The screen suddenly flashed white and bold text filled the monitor.
NOW LET'S BEGIN THE SIMULATION. ENJOY YOUR NEW LIFE.
He chuckled under his breath, folding his arms with confident amusement as he looked at the message. "Alright," he said casually, "impress me."
The monitor went black and the room fell completely silent, the sudden absence of sound so abrupt it felt unnatural, and his smile slowly faded as unease crept in. "…Uh," he murmured while glancing around, his ears straining as a low rumble began to vibrate through the air.
The sound grew louder and deeper until it became a roaring thunder that didn't match the clear night outside, and his brow furrowed as he turned toward the window. "That… doesn't sound like a computer."
The glass trembled in its frame as the noise intensified, and when he finally looked outside his brain stalled at the impossible sight of a plane hurtling straight toward his house at terrifying speed. His mouth opened, his thoughts froze, and panic surged through him as he shouted, "WHAT THE FU….!"
The explosion swallowed the rest of his words.
Timeskip,New York City
Thunder rolled heavily over New York City while lightning split the clouds in jagged flashes, the storm turning every street into a river of reflections and every shadow into something alive.
In a narrow alley squeezed between two worn brick buildings, a seventeen-year-old boy with black hair lay slumped against a dented dumpster, rain soaking his clothes and mixing with the blood seeping from a stab wound in his stomach.
Three men stood over him, their jackets dripping and their expressions smug as they went through his belongings like vultures picking at a carcass.
"Told you he wasn't ignoring us because he was tough," one thug said while tugging off the boy's shoes. "Kid was just stupid." Another laughed and flipped open the stolen wallet, squinting at its contents before snorting.
"Twenty-three bucks and a library card. Wow, we really hit the jackpot tonight." The third man nudged the boy's shoulder with his boot and added, "Should've handed it over when we asked nicely, man. Would've saved you a lot of trouble." They all laughed at that, the sound sharp and ugly against the roar of the storm.
One of them leaned down with a sneer and spat toward the boy's face, clearly satisfied with himself, but the spit never landed because it stopped in midair inches from the boy's skin.
None of them noticed, since they had already turned away and started walking toward the mouth of the alley while arguing about where to go next and whether the storm would scare people out of the bars.
Behind them, dozens of raindrops hovering around the boy trembled as if frozen in time, suspended like tiny glass beads while something unseen pressed gently against the world.
The boy's fingers twitched as the wound in his stomach began to close, torn flesh pulling together smoothly while the blood washed away as though erased.
His breathing deepened and steadied, and the color slowly drained from his hair until the dark strands turned a striking white that gleamed faintly in the lightning flashes.
His eyes opened with sudden clarity, bright and aware, and he inhaled sharply before pushing himself upright with calm ease as the suspended droplets still hung in the air around him.
"Yo," he called casually, voice relaxed as if greeting old friends, "it's been a while."
The three men stopped mid-step and turned around, confusion spreading across their faces as they stared at the boy they had just killed standing alive behind them. One of them blinked hard and muttered, "Nah… nah, that ain't real," while another whispered, "What the hell are we looking at right now?"
The boy stretched his arms wide with a grin that carried both excitement and disbelief, then tilted his head back toward the storm as if he could see through the sky itself. "I can see everything," he said, his voice filled with awe. "Every drop, every sound, every movement. I feel so alive right now it's insane."
The thugs exchanged uneasy glances, their earlier confidence slipping into irritation and unease. "Is he high or something?" one of them asked, frowning. The man who had stabbed him didn't laugh this time and instead reached into his waistband, pulling out a pistol with a scowl. "Who cares what he is," he said flatly while raising the gun. "Dead or crazy, it makes no difference to me."
He fired three shots, the gunshots cracking through the storm, but the bullets stopped inches from the boy's face and hovered there spinning slowly as if caught in invisible syrup. The shooter's eyes widened while his arm trembled, and he whispered, "No way… no damn way," as the bullets dropped harmlessly to the ground with soft metallic clinks.
The boy didn't even blink as he lifted one finger and looked at them with calm certainty, his glowing eyes holding an unsettling stillness. "I alone," he murmured quietly, "am the honored one."
A sphere of red energy formed at his fingertip, bright and dense and humming with pressure that made the air ripple outward, and before any of the men could react the sphere erupted into a beam that slammed into them and blasted them down the alley with explosive force.
Trash cans toppled, glass shattered, and the shockwave sent water splashing up the walls as their bodies were hurled out of sight. The alley fell silent except for the pounding rain, and the boy began laughing breathlessly while clutching his head, overwhelmed by the rush of sensation flooding his mind all at once.
"This is insane," he gasped between laughs, swaying slightly as the world tilted. "This is actually insane, I can hear everything, I can feel everything, I can…."
His words faltered as dizziness slammed into him and the overload of sights and sounds crashed together in his skull. "…Okay, that might be too much."
He admitted weakly, his knees buckling before he collapsed face-first onto the wet pavement, unconscious while thunder roared above and the storm carried on as if nothing extraordinary had happened at all.
10 Minutes Later
The white-haired teen stirred as rain tapped steadily against his face, his lashes fluttering before his eyes slowly opened to the storm-dark sky above. For a moment he simply lay there, breathing quietly while awareness returned in layers, sensations stacking on top of each other as memories resurfaced but not just his own, but others.
His brow creased slightly as fragments of different lives overlapped inside his head, three lifetimes of experiences colliding like waves until he finally exhaled and pushed himself upright, water sliding off his hair and dripping from his chin.
"Well," he muttered while rubbing the back of his neck, "guess that's what happens when your memories, Gojo's memories, and this body's memories all get shoved together at once and they all end the same way."
He rolled his shoulders as if adjusting to a new set of muscles, then stood and stretched slowly, testing the balance and weight of himself like someone trying on a body that felt both familiar and brand new.
The storm rumbled overhead while he walked over to the unconscious thugs and crouched beside them, casually pulling his wallet from one limp hand before flipping it open.
He studied the ID for a second, rain dripping from his bangs onto the plastic surface, and a crooked smile tugged at his lips. "Same name as Gojo, and I even look like him except for the hair. Cool, I guess."
His eyes flicked to the birthdate and his grin widened slightly. "Eighteen too, which means no school and no teachers telling me what to do. That also means…"
His expression shifted into something sly and mischievous, the kind of grin that belonged to someone already imagining chaos. "No Marvel baddie is off limits."
Thunder cracked loudly overhead before he could continue his thoughts, and he tilted his head up toward the sky as rain slid across his face. "Guess it's time to head home to my lonely house as an orphan in three different lives," he said lightly, though there was a faint hollow note buried under the humor.
He slipped the wallet into his pocket and turned, beginning to walk toward the alley exit with relaxed steps, hands in his pockets and posture loose like nothing in the world could threaten him.
A distant crash split the air and he stopped.
Another explosion echoed through the streets, followed by the metallic crunch of something heavy smashing into steel, and he slowly turned his head toward the sound with mild curiosity.
Down the street, illuminated by flashing lightning and streetlights reflecting off rain-soaked asphalt, a massive gray figure had just hurled a red-and-blue-suited hero through the side of a parked car like it weighed nothing.
The teen watched for a moment as Spider-Man groaned and pushed himself out of the dented vehicle while Rhino stomped forward with the ground trembling under each step. Gojo turned away with a small shrug and started walking again, his voice calm and detached as he said, "Not my problem."
He took three steps before stopping again.
Rain slid down his face while something shifted behind his eyes, pride and instinct stirring together like sparks catching dry fuel.
"…What am I doing?" he muttered quietly, his expression tightening as a familiar arrogance rose in his chest. He let out a soft scoff and rolled his shoulders, a grin slowly returning as confidence flooded back into his posture. "I am Satoru fucking Gojo," he said under his breath, voice amused and certain. "I don't run from fights."
He turned back toward the battle, white hair gleaming under a flash of lightning while excitement flickered in his eyes. "Besides," he added, flexing his fingers as invisible energy hummed faintly around him, "this is a perfect way to test my abilities."
The air warped slightly and then he vanished.
(Author Note: This is my first fanfic and hope y'all enjoy. Also would like to see some other anime characters be Gojo villains in this fanfic. Just give me some suggestions if you do. Also Gojo will sleep around before ending up with his actual love interest but I can decide between 3 woman so vote who you want. Also this will be a mix of MCU and comics. So characters will be like their comics version but some will be their MCU versions.
X-23
Wasp
Yelena)