Satoru felt a strange sense of déjà vu as he woke up in an unfamiliar place for the second time in a row. Except this time, he felt much more comfortable. Where am I now? He sat up in the bed, glancing around the room. It's morning. Jeez, how long was I knocked out for? Whose house is this, anyway? It doesn't look like a hospital at all.
As the blankets slid down, he saw that his top had been removed, leaving him in his (also oversized) white tank top. Thankfully, his pants had been left untouched. He glanced to his left and saw his blindfold on the side table.
He tried to remember what had happened before waking up, vaguely recalling a strange bandaged man fighting someone else, a man dressed in black... The door opened, and a somewhat familiar looking man walked in, blinking at Satoru's presence. Oh right, it's this guy.
Seeing his sleep deprived looking face, a memory resurfaced, and he recalled talking to this man. "You're Aizawa Shota?" he asked as the man pulled up a chair to sit by him. "Yeah, and we need to talk, Gojo Satoru."
"About what?" Aizawa sighed. "Unauthorized quirk usage. Normally, I'd have to turn you in, but seeing as you're just a kid and you saved my life, I'm gonna let it slide. But just this once."
"I'm 28." The man raised an eyebrow, not even entertaining the thought. "I don't believe you. You're gonna have to show proof of identity if you want to insist, but you can't be older than 15 or 16." Okay, something's definitely wrong. Even I don't look that young.
"Look, Aizawa, I would gladly do so but right now I have no idea where I am. I woke up in that alley in the middle of night and I don't know how I got there." It's not like I was drunk or fighting someone before that either. "That's not good. It could have been an attempted kidnapping. What's the last thing you remember?"
"I was just walking home, late at night after... meeting up with some friends. What prefecture is this? I should get back before something happens."
"We're in Tokyo."
"Oh, that's good. At least I'm still in the same city."
"Still in the- Are you used to waking up in different cities or something?" Satoru laughed. "No, no. I just... never mind. So, are you a jujutsu sorcerer?"
"What even is that?"
"If you don't know, it's not important. Forget about it."
Aizawa seemed to hesitate. "Earlier, when Kirigaya asked what your quirk was... Do you seriously not know what they are?" Oh, I'd forgotten about that. "No, I've got no idea. So what is it?"
"It's... essentially a superpower. Around 80% of the human population have them." Satoru scoffed. "What? A superpower? You're joking. Is this a setup or something? Tell Utahime that it isn't funny. And to give me my clothes back." Aizawa groaned. "What makes you think this is a setup?"
"Because there's no such thing as superpowers. If 80% of the world had them, I would know." Aizawa's eyes suddenly widened. "What is it?"
"Do you know what a pro hero is? UA High? All Might?" Satoru almost laughed at the ridiculous names. "Uh... no. Why?"
"Everyone knows what they are. Either you were raised in isolation, or you're from another world. That is, assuming you're telling the truth."
"Of course I'm telling the- do you have a lie detector?"
"No one has a lie detector lying around."
"I do."
"..."
Aizawa sighed. "Regardless, I have to confirm this. If it's true, then this is an emergency." He stood up, walking to the door. "The bathroom is the last door to the right. Go take a shower. I'll leave a change of clothes in this room. Afterwards, we're going down to the police station."
Satoru frowned as the man left the room. This is bullshit. I'm not in another world, that's physically impossible. But... He narrowed his eyes. I can't sense any hostile intent from him, and he's not lying, as far as I can tell. And he acted like traversing worlds was even possible. He sighed, getting out of bed. Whatever. I feel all grimy, so I guess I'll take a quick shower.
While showering, Satoru made sure to keep Infinity activated, letting only the water and soap in. I'm not gonna trust this guy just yet, especially since he's spouting some really ridiculous stuff. I'll just go along with his plan and leave when he's satisfied and won't come after me or anything.
Satoru wrapped a towel around his body, approaching the sink to dry his hair. But when he saw his reflection in the mirror, he nearly dropped the blow-dryer. "What the hell?" He reached up to feel his face, confirming that it was indeed him. Why... why do I look like that?
He'd been regressed from 28 to a kid. A teenager around the same age Aizawa had labeled him as. No wonder everyone kept calling me a kid. Oh, I'm gonna kill whoever did this.
He spent a few more minutes staring at himself before heading back to the guest room, finding a pile of clothes on the bed. I wonder where that guy got these, anyway, Satoru wondered as he held up a half zip gray pullover.
When he exited the room again, he was wearing the pullover, jeans, socks and shoes, and a black baseball cap (why it was there, he had no idea, but it looked nice). Besides, it would do him better to conceal his hair and face.
Now that he looked younger, Satoru was a bit more self conscious about walking around in public, especially when he was supposed to be much older. I still can't over the fact that I don't need my blindfold. My eyes should be overwhelmed by cursed energy right now, but they feel perfectly fine. It's so weird. Is this what other people see everyday?
He headed downstairs, seeing Aizawa already waiting for him on the couch. I still can't get over how absurd this is. I look 15 and I'm supposedly stranded in a different world. Not that I'll believe the last part without proof anyway. "I found a phone and license while you were sleeping. They were in your jacket." License? What license? "Looking through a stranger's stuff while they're unconscious? Rude."
"Don't be petty." He held up a familiar card. "As it turns out, Gojo Satoru is a 15 year old first year at Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College." Satoru paled. I haven't seen that card in years. Aizawa sighed. "I promise I'm not angry, just tell me why you lied." Satoru scowled. "I didn't..." He faltered. As if anyone would believe me in this situation. Even I wouldn't believe myself. "Never mind." He realized that with his appearance and the actual proof of identity, his age was unarguable.
I'm definitely gonna kill whoever did this.
After they drove down to the police station, the officials confirmed that Satoru didn't have an identity at all within the database. No dental records, social security, phone number, address, family, nothing.
"So, Aizawa," Satoru started as the two were sitting in the waiting room. "Does stuff like this happen often? I mean, you drew a conclusion pretty quickly before."
"Well... not really. Only a few times throughout history, mostly after quirks went widespread. But the fact that it happened at all got so much public attention that we just assumed that it was something possible now."
"Oh, I see."
Satoru resisted the urge to get up and look for his apartment himself, or the first years, or the other jujutsu sorcerers. But after seeing the civilians of "Musutafu" as they drove through the city, he was starting to believe his predicament. There was a glowing man, a boy with fins, a woman with green skin, and so much more. It was real. They were all real. Humans, not curses.
He'd also looked up a few locations he knew around Jujutsu Tech and his own apartment complex, but nothing came up. Of course, he'd also tried to call some of his contacts (all of them), but it just said that the number didn't exist.
And now that he knew it was real, all he had to do was stop himself from punching something out of frustration. The only thing keeping him relatively calm was the fact that if he could traverse one way, he could also get back.
Hopefully.
