Wow, it's been 2 years since I've last been on here. It'll take some time to get used to but I'm finally feeling motivated again to write. And that motivation lead me to the inspiration for this story!.

I'm honestly not that good at writing fight scenes, [At least in my opinion] But I decided to tackle this genre anyway since the story idea was just too good for me to give up!.

I'll apologize beforehand if I've made any spelling or grammar mistakes since English is not my first language. I'll also apologize if at any point in the story some characters may be occ. I'll try my best to keep them as in character as I can but I can always make mistakes.

Since Gojo has basically become Deku in this universe you can expect him to be OP. Just saying that now so that people who don't like stories with OP main characters can click off.

Furthermore, I do NOT own My Hero Academia or Jujutsu Kaisen!. This is purely a work of fanfiction!.

Now with all of that out of the way we can start with the story!. 0w0

He should've been dead. So why was it that he was now standing in the middle of an unfamiliar room, looking at an unfamiliar reflection of a teenage boy in the mirror?. Either this was some strange form of the afterlife or his soul had somehow ended up in another person's body. Considering that he didn't see any angel wings or some sort of divine light he guessed it was the latter. Gojo blinked once more as he calmly stared at the youthful reflection that was looking back at him.

It was honestly kind of uncomfortable going from adulthood back to being a teenager, well in body at least. Sure, he still had all of his memories from his previous life (thank god) but that didn't make it much easier. How would you feel if you suddenly went from 6'3" (190cm) to 5'5" (166cm)?. It was a tad annoying but he would get used to it. After all, it could have been much worse. His appearance for one, whilst not being as good-looking as before wasn't anything to scoff at now either. His skin was pale, though not as pale as before. His hair was now dark green instead of white. His cheeks sported faint freckles and his eyes were now a matching shade of green instead of light blue. Overall not a bad look, most people would most likely put him into the 'cute' category and he could live with that.

Now feeling more confident with his new appearance Gojo proceeded to head over towards the boy's (now his) closet in order to change. He couldn't go outside to scout things out in his pajamas after all. After a bit of rummaging through the different drawers, he pulled out a pair of grey sweatpants and a black hoodie. Once dressed he unplugged the smartphone that was charging on the nightstand in the hopes of gathering some information about his new identity before going outside and interacting with anything or anyone since that could have serval consequences. Thankfully the teen didn't seem to have set a password on the phone so getting in was a piece of cake. "Let's see...aha!". After a bit of browsing, he came across a photo of an ID with a matching photo.

Looks like his new name was Izuku Midoriya. he was now 15 years of age, or rather his body was. And he apparently didn't have any 'quirks', whatever that meant. Curious, Gojo decided to open the phone's web browser to see if he could find any information on the subject and low and behold it was there for all eyes to see. Apparently in this world, over 80% of the world population has a quirk Aka a unique ability of some kind. Whilst there have been cases of people being born without a quirk, those are extremely rare. Unfortunately, it seemed like Midoriya was one of those unlucky few until he inhabited his body. Because as far as Satoru could tell, all of his powers were still functioning.

When he'd arrived here, the moment he woke up he braced himself for the pain that came when his eyes were fully exposed, since seeing all that constant cursed energy back in his own world caused quite a strain on his eyes. And yet the only cursed energy he'd seen here was his own. It seemed t as if curses didn't exist here. It was sad in a way since it had been the thing he was so focused on getting rid of in his previous life. Whilst also being a good thing, since there were no curses it meant no strains on his eyes which meant he could walk around without a blindfold on 24/7. Wich was also good in retrospect since it would've most likely seemed weird to others if 'Midoriya' suddenly started to walk around with a blindfold on. Gojo was sure he could've bullshitted himself out of the situation if it occurred but hey it was less of a hassle now.

Satisfied with his current knowledge, for now, he put the smartphone into his back pocket before exiting his room and heading downstairs. The house that had now become his permanent residence wasn't anything too big by any means but it was a nice house nonetheless. Everything was clean and well taken care of. And that was all he could ask for. Once downstairs he came upon the living room and as if on cue the moment he stepped inside a woman, he guessed that she was around her early 40's, approached him. Gently pulling him into a quick hug before greeting him, a small smile present on her face. "Good morning Izuku!. Did you sleep well?".

"mm-mm" Gojo hummed in acknowledgment whilst he observed the woman in front of him. He could clearly see the resemblance between her and Midoriya. They both had a similar facial shape and bone structure, not to mention the green hair. She was his mother no doubt. She seemed nice enough but it would take some time for him to get used to living with someone again.

She giggled, gently patting his head before heading towards the front door to grab her purse. "I'm glad. I just made breakfast it's on the kitchen table. There are leftovers from yesterday's dinner in the fridge for if you get hungry later tonight. I'm afraid that I have to work overtime today". She gave him an apologetic smile before she grabbed her keys and opened the door.

Gojo grinned "I'll survive. Oh and mom?". She paused in the middle of the doorway, her hand still on the doorknob as she turned to face him, a look of curiosity present on her face "Yes?".

Gojo figured that it was better to tell her that he had 'developed' a 'quirk' sooner than later since it would no doubt only cause more problems later on. And besides, he loved to mess with people sometimes. He proved his point by suddenly teleporting right in front of her, grin still plastered on his face as they were now standing mere inches apart from one another "I have a quirk now".

Needless to say- she fainted.

I know that this was quite short but it was meant more as a small introductory chapter of sorts. I may add more to it later but it's like 2 am right now and I need to get up at 7 for work so I prefer to just finish it for now XD
I'll definitely try to make the next chapter a lot longer!.

Any suggestions or ideas are always welcomed too!. If I happen to add any I will credit the right person in said chapter :)

For now, let me know what you think. Love it? Hate it?. All feedback is welcomed! :)This is Ilse-Chan singing out!. Until next time :3 Bye Bye