Satoru knew something was wrong as soon as he woke up. It wasn't the fact that he was in an unfamiliar alley or that it was nighttime and raining, though those were all bad, but everything just felt... off. Like that feeling when you take a long nap and everything feels strange after you wake up, like you're in a parallel universe or something.

It's freezing.

The icy rain soaked him to the bone, and he could already feel a nasty cold coming on. I would kill for a blanket and some hot cocoa right now. How long have I been lying here for? he wondered as he pushed himself up.

It was then that he saw his own body and jujutsu uniform (which had fit him perfectly before). Now, it was at least 3 sizes too big, and his blindfold was hanging loosely around his neck. I can't sense any cursed energy at all, even with my blindfold off. What the hell is going on?

Anyone else might've started to panic, but not Satoru. At least, not on the outside. He was the renowned "strongest jujutsu sorcerer" after all. Things that stunned others didn't faze him. Or rather, he didn't let it get to him.

He held his hand up, watching the baggy leather sleeve dangle from his arm like a hammock. Either my uniform's been sized up, or I've been shrunk. What kind of elaborate prank is this? I bet it was Yuuji's idea, or perhaps Utahime or Nobara. But in the back of his head, he had a feeling- no, he knew that none of them would do something like this, leaving him out in the middle of the night while it rained. Well, maybe Utahime would. It was a ridiculous idea anyway, putting someone in oversized clothing.

He rolled his shirt and trouser sleeves up, placing a hand onto the brick wall for support as he stood up. For some reason, his body felt a bit weak, and the minor headache was not helping matters. To top it all off, he felt dizzy and disoriented. Am I getting sick already?

All of a sudden, something landed in front of Satoru, and he immediately activated Infinity. Shit, I was so confused before that I completely forgot to activate it! It's usually on while I sleep, so I barely realized...

The dust cleared to reveal a bandaged man (and when he said bandaged he meant completely covered in the stuff, from head to toe- with the exception of his dark blue eyes). Is he a jujutsu sorcerer? I can't sense any cursed energy. Come to think of it... He paled slightly. Six Eyes isn't telling me anything about this guy. Is he like Toji, by some coincidence? He had a bad feeling about this man. His eyes looked wide and crazed, not to mention the long knives in his hands.

"Who are you?" Satoru asked, careful to keep any emotion out of his voice and expression. The man grinned under the worn bandages. "What's a brat like you doin' out here this late?" Brat? The strange man eyed his getup, and Satoru was glad when he didn't question it.

Before one of them could speak again or make a move, another person landed between the two. What is this, a social gathering? The dark-haired newcomer's back was facing Satoru. He was wearing a baggy black/gray themed outfit with a pile of scarves around his neck. "Run away," he ordered.

"Huh? Why?"

"Just go, it's too dangerous for you to be here!"

Raising an eyebrow, Satoru activated Lapse Blue and teleported to the nearest rooftop. At least Limitless still works. Down below, he watched as the two exchanged a few words before engaging in battle. They're both more skilled than I thought. More importantly, they have to be using some type of cursed energy to control those bandages and scarves, so why can't I detect any?

He glanced around the nearby buildings, seeing a few billboards in Japanese. At least I'm still in Japan. I guess I figured that out after those guys spoke in fluent Japanese though.

He turned his attention back to the battle, seeing that the dark-clothed man was about to get pierced with a flying knife. In an instant, he was between them, and the blade clattered to the ground. One of his sleeves inched down. These oversized clothes are starting to get annoying. "The kid from before... What the hell are you doing? I told you to get out of here," the man ordered, though his voice was strained as he held his injured arm.

"What's your quirk, brat? Teleportation?" the bandaged man asked. Seriously, why do they keep calling me a brat? I know I look young for my age, but not that young. "What's a quirk?" The man laughed. "Don't play dumb." His eyes suddenly narrowed. "If you insist, I guess I'll just have to choke it out of you."

"RUN!" the other man yelled.

Time slowed down, and Satoru saw a bunch of bandages heading his way, like a group of snakes, all coming from the bandaged man's body. If this is all he can do, this guy won't be a problem. He grabbed the dark-haired man and teleported just outside the alley, setting him down. He reappeared behind Bandage Man, all within a single second, grinning.

"Boo."

He jumped, whipping around. "Sneaky little bastard... DIE!" But instead of wrapping around his neck, the barrage of bandages stopped right before coming into contact with Satoru. "What the hell?"

"Aw, not what you were expecting? It's okay, you can try again." Pissed off, Bandage Man tried again and again, only to be stopped by his Infinity. "Damnit, what the hell is your quirk?!"

"I don't even know what a quirk is."

"Don't lie to me, everyone knows what a quirk is!"

"Yeah, well I don't. Gimme a crash course, sensei."

"Don't make fun of me, freakin' brat."

"I'm not a brat."

Bandage Man scoffed. "Yes you are. Playin' dress up in those clothes won't make you an adult, kid." Satoru resisted the urge to activate his domain just to shut the man up. It was unnecessary for someone as weak as Bandage Man though. What is it with me today? It's like I have less control over myself.

"Hands up, Kirigaya Bunzo! Under the authority of the Tokyo Police Force, due to multiple offenses including robbery, murder, aggravated assault, and unauthorized quirk usage, you are now under arrest," a new voice announced, and Satoru turned around to see a few officers with guns aimed at the man. Kirigaya Bunzo is his name, huh?

"Get down, kid!" one of them yelled at Satoru. The bandages headed towards the officers suddenly went limp and dropped to the ground, confusing everyone. "It's no use. I erased your quirk," the dark-haired man from earlier said, walking up to the scene as an officer cuffed Kirigaya. The man muttered curses as he was taken away in a police cruiser, aimed mostly towards Satoru and the man from before.

As soon as the police cars were all gone, the man led him onto the sidewalk outside the alleyway. Now that he had a better look at him, Satoru saw that he looked incredibly sleep deprived and pale, almost like a vampire. Except vampires probably didn't look that disheveled. Can't judge a book by its cover, I guess. Hopefully this guy can get me some answers.

The man took a deep breath. "Before I start lecturing you, I want to know your name." They locked eyes. Why is this guy so damn tall? "Aizawa Shota," he said to Satoru. Is it me or is everything getting blurry? "I'm..." Crap, the dizziness is getting worse. "Gojo... Sator-" He didn't get to finish that sentence before he collapsed to the ground.