I had to cancel Six Eyes almost immediately when my vision was fractured, like a massive epilepsy attack just struck out of nowhere. Eyes still watering I leaned back at a near 90 degree angle, acting on sheer intuition and reflex as a blade cleaved the air scant millimeters from my face. Through my blurry vision I saw strands of white fall away from my hair. Letting myself fall I created as much distance as possible through a back handspring, landing and wiping the tears from my eyes. My vision was still blurry but with Six Eyes turned off my head wasn't about to split. With subconscious pull I frowned, Limitless was on the fritz too and when I tried to put up Infinity it fizzled out in a shower of blue sparks. "Wasn't this camp supposed to be secret? UA's gonna lose its reputation if this keeps up!" Standing up straight I rubbed my eyes until the blurriness was mostly gone. When I saw my attacker I whistled. It was a woman a bit shorter than me cosplaying a kunoichi, wearing a high-collared sleeveless tunic and a long skirt with a slit stopping at her upper-thigh. A black mask covered her lower face and pale purple eyes regarded me coldly but warily, and dark blue—almost black hair framed her head in a pixie-bob cut. A chain was wrapped around her right arm linked to a lethal looking sickle and she held a wakizashi in her left.

"Damn, the League really sent someone right out of my search history didn't they?" Was it her Quirk? All I felt was her hand on my back, no injections. That meant there was a time limit. She obviously knew how to use those weapons, meaning distance was my best friend right now. With Limitless going wacky I had no idea what I could use other than hand-to-hand. What a pain in the ass.

"You're just as crass and brazen as they said you were," she said in a voice like velvet. Was it really a good idea to enjoy aspects of someone trying to kill you? Not really, but was I gonna do it anyway? Yes…

"All of that and more hot stuff~ You after anyone else? Or am I just that special?" I was in trouble here, but if she managed to get the drop on me? I wouldn't bet on any of my classmates outside of maybe Bakugo, and he was being hunted right now. Whoever this lady was, she was new. I didn't remember her from the Training Camp Arc at all..

"No. The League is interested in one of your classmates, but I'm being paid a substantial amount of money to kill you specifically." As she finished speaking my assassin crouched and brought up her blade and began swinging her sickle in an arc.

"So we're exclusive then? This'll be fun," I grinned and slid my right foot back, hunching slightly. Already I could feel Limitless start to settle down, and Infinity was sparking less and less. I just had to beat a walking fetish? I could do this.

Fifteen Years Prior.

In the infinite number of possibilities that make up time and space, there are certain expectations born from patterns. You expect to take tests at school. You expect to go hungry if you haven't eaten all day. You expect the day to end as the night begins. You expect that working hard will get you results. You expect that at the end of everything you eventually die. What no one can ever expect, is how that death will happen. And what everyone expects, is the thing that comes after. I did not expect a child to run across a street, I did not expect a Chevy Tahoe to speed up as a light turned yellow, and I most certainly did not expect that my body moved before my brain caught up. Unfortunately I expected that getting hit by an SUV would be a very quick and very painful death. Worst part? I don't think the kid made it either, last I saw of her was a significant amount of blood. Could've been from me, but I was never that lucky. I expected significant amounts of "un-luck" throughout my life. So that was my death, so infuriatingly cliche, but not at all expected. I was dead before I even heard the sirens. I hadn't really done much; an astrophysicist undergrad with maybe a year left and unexpectedly manageable student loans. Boringly middle class, never worked a job in my life, coasting through on allowances, mostly ignoring party culture, luckily not dying as a virgin, no siblings but two patents who were probably inconsolable. I did break a Portal 2 speed run though, so at least I had one accomplishment. And my expectations after death? I didn't have any, none at all.

So being reborn again was… decidedly unexpected.

The weight of knowledge as an infant was painful, more so than one could ever expect, but who the hell actually knew reincarnation was a thing? Was that why babies cried when they woke up? Knowledge being shoved into an underdeveloped brain that didn't have room for it? Did memories fade as a defense mechanism? Was that the explanation for Deja vu; latent memories from past experiences bringing recollections of events no one can remember? Regardless, it fucking hurt, and I want a refund. Oh-ho the idea of going through all that shit again? Fuck… That… Hopefully I can find a fork to put in an electrical socket, but wouldn't that mean starting the cycle again? I didn't hear much other than my own cries, and the only thing I could utter was infantile nonsense, so when I eventually stopped crying I listened to anything I could. So when the doctors and—what the hell was that guy a frog?!—my mother started talking I had a shocking revelation. Kawaii, Ao, Kun, San… I was reborn in Japan, and coming from Norfolk Virginia I had no idea what these people were saying. I didn't watch much anime, mostly gateway shows and I generally preferred Dub over Sub since, ya know, kid from Norfolk… But I wasn't too worried. I didn't know English as a baby the first time around, so I'd just learn it like any other baby.

The other thing I noticed, more like the thing I was trying to ignore, was the frog-faced doctor and that everyone was treating it like it was normal. Now that I think about it, I noticed some other… interesting… individuals throughout the hospital, and a sense of dread welled up inside me. Not only was I somehow reincarnated, it seemed that I was a character in a shitty FanFiction. It was looking more and more like I was reborn into the world of Boku no Hero Academia, but I would hold out hope—And a doctor just walked in with an All Might coffee mug… Welp…

Being reborn into a fictional world aside I also got another alarming piece of information. My mother named me Satoru, and seeing her white hair and blue eyes stressed me out quite a lot! This really was a shitty FanFiction, but like before I would hold out hope for as long as possible that it was a coincidence. Time would tell though, in roughly four to five years in fact. When I relearned how to walk, read, and write, I would start drawing out flowcharts and spreadsheets. I already had a basic if/then chart in my head. If I was Quirkless, I'd run it back and become a physicist again. If I had a Quirk that was "heroic" I'd see about becoming a Hero. If I had Limitless and the Six-Eyes? Shit would get interesting. I just needed to narrow down the timeline, because as 'neat' as being reborn into this world was, if I was roughly in-line with the canon then this world was on the fast track to a societal collapse with thousands dead minimum. I didn't get that far in MHA, but the later parts were dark. And unfortunately I'm fucked in that regard, because having the ability to help and sitting back would make me feel like shit. But planning for an outcome with roughly 33.3% chance of happening was stupid. I'd burn that bridge when I got to it, not before.

There was just one thing that was bugging me… When my mother looked at me, she looked guilty, and I felt like I knew why.

I took theater in high school, and that was the sole reason why I managed to coast through my early school years. Being praised for knowing what 10 + 5 equaled when I knew how to calculate Stellar Drift was downright insulting, and I was so close to screaming at the teachers. I probably knew more math than my teachers, I probably knew more than the entire student body combined… And there it was; that classic Satoru Gojo arrogance. Oh yeah, I confirmed that when I got home. Same name, appearance, and everything… There were some differences though, my Mother's name was Awaibara Himura, an extended relative to Rei Himura. No Ice Quirk, but some really good eyes, ain't that a bitch? And that family had some shit luck, because they were now responsible for facilitating two Quirk Marriages. And my father? Fuck Him… I got Gojo from him, but all I cared to know was that he was a rich asshole with a Quirk involving energy manipulation, ain't that a bitch too? I knew he wasn't a hero, but I didn't care to find out what he really was. He was a worthless drunk who beat the both of us. I could take it just fine, I was used to pain, but my mother couldn't.

I took theater in high school, meaning I knew how to use makeup to hide bruises, and I could laugh off when people asked about my home life. My dogshit father made it very clear what would happen if I spilled the beans, but it wasn't my fate. I was too valuable, and on my fifth birthday he got everything he wanted, and my fate in this world was sealed. Endeavor got it on the fourth try, my parents got it in one. I had two Quirks, because I couldn't rationalize how Limitless and Six-Eyes could be a combination. Maybe Spatial Distortion? It hurt my head, and hiding Six-Eyes was easier than hiding Limitless. So I told myself I had two Quirks while pretending to have one. To distract myself from my disastrous home life I threw everything into figuring out my Quirk, ignoring how it would eat at my insides as I ignored my mother's beatings… So finding out how to use Limitless was far, far, easier than figuring out Six-Eyes. Limitless was all about physics, and I found out that if I figured out and understood the equations and science behind my abilities I could get the same results that the real Gojo did in Jujutsu Kaisen. Cursed Energy didn't exist here, but I found out that I could use my own energy as a surrogate, and that I primarily used negative energy. It was so similar, but also not? My general conclusion was that this energy reserves acted as Cursed Energy but only as a fuel source for Limitless. I couldn't imbue it, I couldn't seem to channel it, and it didn't leak out from me. It was fuel, but I could experiment with that at some point as well.

My first hurdle was figuring out the "Infinity" aspect of Limitless, but that was fairly easy. In Gojo's own words; Limitless was a convergent series of infinite numbers, anything that approached me would get slower and slower until it "stopped." I would expend a little of my own energy reserve into a convergence, expanding the space within the barrier infinitely with my body set as the center. Anyone touching the barrier would have to traverse an infinite amount of space, and the closer they got to me the slower they would go. Simplified as much as I could, I took the space between the barrier and myself and divided it an infinite amount of times, never reaching 'zero.' This was the easy part. But the other applications? Amplification Blue? Reversal Red? Hollow Purple? Teleportation? I had no idea how I was going to apply those yet, if they were even possible. That would all come later though, because the real annoyance was figuring out Six Eyes.

Imagine playing a video game in third-person, top-down, and with 360 FOV at the same time, and I could extend or contract the distance of that FOV. My only saving grace was that I could turn it off and on at will, and thankfully my Mom had a similar Quirk, meaning I had help. No equations here other than expanding its range, so getting used to it was just that. I had to get used to it. Right now I could keep it up for a few seconds before getting a nosebleed, and wearing something that covered my eyes removed my actual sight from the equation. So now that I fully confirmed I was Satoru Gojo but in a different world with different rules, that flow chart was looking pretty damning. So now I was fucked, I was handed the powers of the Strongest and if I stayed on the sidelines I'd feel like shit. The same argument as choosing to be good in a videogame when you can be evil; it makes me feel bad. So that was that, I'd never have to try in school other than Japanese, and the spare time could be used in figuring out Limitless and practicing with Six Eyes.

By the time I turned six, barely a year later, my family was on the verge of collapse, and as cold as it sounded I couldn't bring myself to care as much as I should. I still remembered my parents, after all. My mother was a shell of her former self. I could see the life leave her eyes more and more every day, and the less said about my father the better. Apparently he never found out about my Six Eyes, so I was considered a failure. His plan was to sell me off to an organization based somewhere in Japan, but they wanted someone with two Quirks or at the very least a combination. So again I simply turned the other way and focused everything I could on figuring out Amplification Blue. Again I ignored the bit of my soul that died each time I ignored another beating.

It came to me faster than I thought it would… Or at the very least the equation came to me. I would take the center of my target; wherever or whatever it was, and I would create a pressure difference fueled by my energy reserve. High pressure would always seek Low pressure, so I would use Limitless to lower the pressure around my target to varying degrees. The negative pressure would basically act as a magnet, and the much higher pressure around my target would rush to fill the void. It could be as simple as attracting a bunch of loose articles to me, to causing an implosion that would crush my target into a tiny space. I felt incredibly stupid, but once again I said my thanks to Einstein for discovering E=MC². But knowing the equation, and then applying the ability were two different things entirely. Once again, Cursed Energy simply didn't exist in this world. So I had to use my own negative energy to make up the difference, and I didn't know of any equation that could generate energy… yet. So practicing was downright exhausting. But I could attract things to myself just fine, but the caveat was that I attracted everything to myself. When targeting myself I increased my density and created the same effect that solar bodies have regarding gravity. Things gravitate towards the densest object, and when using that technique that just so happened to be me. My dumbass did it in the kitchen, and if it weren't for Infinity I would've made a nice impression of a pin cushion with the amount of knives that would've impaled me. The biggest challenge of Blue was trying to use it when the target wasn't me. It just… wouldn't click in my head. 'That negative natural number' just wouldn't come to me if it wasn't centered around myself. Would coordinates help me? I banished the thought; I would have to know the coordinates down to the millimeter of everything around me, which would be a major pain in the ass. Maybe… Blue-Shift? Now that I think about it, the real Gojo used blue orb-things that acted as pseudo-singularities. "Negative Distance" huh? So I just needed to figure out how to create negative distance—which is impossible—and use that as a target instead of myself…

Wavelengths!

Blue-Shift, the Doppler Effect, and Negative Velocity. If I focused on a target I could send Blue at them using the same principle as the Doppler Effect! And when Blue reached the target I would dispel that effect and it would cause an implosion at the source of impact. The new problem would be trying to control the strength of the implosion. Heroes weren't supposed to kill, and crushing someone into nigh-nonexistence wouldn't be seen as very "heroic." As if I could call myself heroic, how many times did I ignore my mother's abuse now? It was okay because she wasn't my "real" mother, was that what I was telling myself every time the void grew bigger? These weren't real people were they? I was living in a shonen series after all, right? And it turned out that even if Cursed Energy didn't exist here, my own negative energy helped Blue to manifest easier.

My first real challenge was Reversal Red. The solution seemed simple enough; because if Blue-Shift was the answer for Amplification Blue, then naturally Red-Shift would be the answer for Reversal Red, right? Apparently not… Or at the very least it wasn't the whole solution, or maybe it wasn't part of it at all? Positive Energy likely had something to do with it but I couldn't quite figure out how to harness it. Knowing how Gojo did it was one thing, but doing it myself was quite another. It didn't help that he literally figured it out while dying. I'd figure it out eventually, I just had to hope it happened without a life-or-death scenario.

And just like a shitty cliche, everything went wrong when I turned Seven. You'd think with eyes as good as mine I'd see something like this coming, yeah? But I was so absorbed in figuring out my Quirk that I completely wrote off my new family. Because they weren't real, right? This was just all a fantasy that I was obligated to save, right?

"The hell are you looking at?" My father asked, bloody knife in hand as I looked on in abject horror. It was roughly one in the morning, I had woken up to the sound of crying that could only come from a baby. My mother had been pregnant, but I had largely ignored it in the pursuit of figuring out Blue and Red. How was I so blind? My father had white hair, my mother had white hair, I had white hair, and the baby that was crying out for her dead mother… did not have white hair. My father was near constantly drunk. My mother, seeking some comfort that I failed to provide, had an affair. And in his drunkenness, my father, who cared for none of us; stabbed my mother in the stomach. But they were just background characters in a shonen series, right? I mockingly told myself. "You wanna get it too? Ya fucking failure?!" I had ignored my family's situation for seven years, living in my own little world while figuring out a Quirk that was ripped from another fantasy. I ignored the suffering, because they weren't my family, right?

The scent of iron was thick, I saw with perfect clarity how the blood soaked the carpet, how my mother's lifeless eyes stared blankly past the wailing child. My father's screaming and the baby's crying mixed with my own heartbeat to create a horrible white noise as everything I didn't do flooded my mind. Endless what-if's repeated themselves like my Infinity and all the while it all boiled down to I could've done literally anything instead of nothing. And that void only grew inside of me and when it all reached a fever pitch something just snapped.

"Blue…" I mumbled, aiming an empty palm at my father. Mid-insult his eyes widened before his entire body just imploded. I heard crunching and gurgling and when I released the technique a bloody pulpy mess dropped to the floor. I stared and stared and— "Wow I really didn't feel a thing doing that!" —And I just broke down into hysterics, laughing like a maniac for a solid minute before everything just crashed down with the realization that I killed someone and that wasn't what heroes did, right? But the fucker deserved it, right? Or did I deserve it for ignoring everything instead of doing literally anything and I didn't regret it and that was so wrong wasn't it? The crying broke me out of my hysterics, that was right… I couldn't go back in time, but I could still go forwards. Stepping around the blood as much as possible I gingerly picked up the wailing bundle that was held limply in my mother's arms. Spatterings of dark curls confirmed my suspicions that this was my half-sibling. I rocked her and stared into familiar blue eyes.

"It'll be fine kiddo, I'm not making this mistake again. You're not just a background character, and I'm in your corner this time. I'll be the best big brother ever, I'll make sure you'll be spoiled rotten like the adorable little sister I know you'll be." Within moments I was rambling; anything to avoid the gnawing void that kept growing. But with the vow to do better? It was abated for now. It was a good thing that I seemed to be going insane, it'd help me keep the character of Satoru Gojo up and honestly? It didn't seem as hard as I thought it'd be. Limitless was a power trip and a half! But I needed to focus on the here and now. I was seven, and despite being close to forty mentally I probably couldn't support an infant on my own. So as I sat down on the only clean couch available I grabbed my mom's phone and dialed 110.

"Hello? I-I'm reporting a murder… My parents are…" I exhaled shakily for added effect, not really needing to fake it. "My address? Yeah, it's…" I mumbled it out before everything went fuzzy. I held my sister close and braced against a total collapse.

Whatever came after mostly went by in a blur. Sirens, police cars, radios, ambulances, talking, etc. None of it got through to me. All I did was cradle my sister and stare at her sleeping face, everything else was muffled through static. Nothing got a reaction out of me, and even though Six Eyes was active I wasn't processing the stimuli. Throughout it all, there were three major truths.

One; my baby sister was grounding me, and if I let go I'd probably fall over the edge. Rationalizing killing somebody was taking its toll mentally because I didn't think I was a bad person, and bad people kill because they want to. Did I want to kill him? Or was it a reflex? I was more broken up at the fact that their deaths didn't matter to me than u was about the deaths themselves. No, killing my father fucked me up, but I regretted never really acknowledging my mother. They were just background characters while I was the only real character, and I kept repeating that to myself over and over and over again. My sister though? I never had a sister, she was the foundation for my faltering sanity because it was all becoming real. It wasn't before, even though I knew I had been reborn I was treating it like a game more than a second life. My sister was real, and it was finally clicking after seven years that I was alive in a very real world. Was I ever really sane? Or was I simply coping with my death for seven years? All of the plans were made by me, not by the new Satoru Gojo. So I was at a crossroads; the only way I could go forwards now was by fully embracing my new identity, or I could become stagnant and revert because that was easier. Shit, if I fully embraced that everything was real now, it'd mean that I had to confront the fact that I barely had any memories of my parents. Seven years boiled down to equations and trying my hardest to coast through school on my knowledge from my previous life. It was never real, and now it was.

Two; because my sister was grounding me, I feared that the minute I let her go I would fully implode mentally. So unfortunately that meant I was completely withdrawn, and Infinity was running unconsciously while I debated the idea of abandoning my previous life and assuming my new life. I knew that police officers were talking to me, and I knew that no matter what they tried they couldn't touch me or my baby sister. Their hands simply stopped about a foot away from me, and while I knew it was happening I wasn't doing anything to stop it. What if I snapped at them? I didn't know if I was mentally stable enough to let her go. But they weren't going to give up because they walked into a horror scene, and in their eyes there were two kids in desperate need of their help. They didn't know that one of them was responsible for the death of one of the victims. It was a case of the unstoppable force versus the immovable object. We were all at an impasse… A stalemate.

So Three; in order to break the stalemate they had to bring in a third party. I 'saw' who it was before I even lifted my head. I heard them talking to the officer in the doorway and I heard the heel clicking before someone I recognized kneeled in front of me. Skintight white and black outfit resembling a dominatrix more than it did a hero. Midnight? Here? It was enough to break me out of the static, and slowly I started feeling again.

"Hey there," she said gently. There was a slight twitch in my arms, the only thing that proved I heard her. "Can you hear me?" It was a valid question, other people tried talking to me but I ignored everything. So, with more effort than it should have required I slowly nodded. It shouldn't have been that hard. "Can you look at me?" Just as slowly as before I looked up and met eyes almost as blue as my own. She had such a gentle look on her face, but I could see the shock clear as day at how empty my own eyes were. It was quick to pass, however, because that smile returned even if it was filled with a bit more sadness.

"Can you tell me your name?" I blinked, but though I tried, the most I could accomplish was slightly opening my mouth. A single breath escaped. The hero hummed. "I'll go first, my name's Kayama Nemuri."

I blinked again. "Satoru… Gojo…" It still sounded so wrong saying that out loud. I was nowhere near what he was, even at this age. No, especially at this age.

"It's nice to meet you Satoru, who's that in your arms?" I could practically feel the relief coming from not only her, but the officers in the room. The kid—the victim—they couldn't help was finally reacting. They had no idea that I was responsible for one of the murders…

I looked back down at my sister. I had no idea what her name was, I didn't even know she was alive until I saw her earlier. Did that leave it up to me? My sister… She was keeping my grounded, I was going to make sure she never had to worry about a life like mine. She was my— "Kibou…" —Hope… She was my Hope for a brighter future. And now that she was here, and that she was real, I had to ensure that she could grow up safe.

"Such a cute name!" The hero had no idea that I came up with it moments ago, but… that was fine.

"It is," I agreed. Speaking was easier now.

After a moment of silence Midnight spoke. "The nice men here said that they couldn't touch you," testing it herself, she reached out. I watched as her hand came to a stop about a foot away from my body, a small distortion being the only visible effect of Infinity. "Is this your Quirk?"

"Part of it," I found myself saying. She nodded before retracting her hand. "Nothing can touch me when I use it." Now that talking was easy again I found myself probably doing too much of it. I gave a small tug to Infinity but it wouldn't budge. "Funny," I laughed nervously, "can't seem to turn it off right now."

"Something terrible happened, and you're subconsciously trying to protect yourself," Midnight rationalized. It made perfect sense, but at the same time there was a disconnect. I could rationalize all I wanted, I knew what was happening and I was logical about it, but trauma was hitting me hard and was bypassing all of that. Of course Infinity was active, it was fight or flight.

"That so?" I said shakily.

"You may not believe it right now, but it's going to be ok. You don't have to tell me what happened, don't even think about it. It's just us two right now." Disassociation, removing a problematic element from the equation to try and stabilize me. Again, logically I knew what was happening but Infinity still wouldn't turn off. "You seemed to recognize me, so you know that I'm a hero. I save people, so—" She touched the barrier of Infinity again. "—Do you want me to save you?"

That wasn't the right question, but I didn't tell her that. Did I deserve to be saved? I didn't know, honestly. But… Looking down again I knew that my sis… that Kibou deserved to be saved. And honestly? I didn't have the right, I was being selfish, but… "Yeah…" And finally I dropped Infinity, and Midnight's hand closed the distance to touch my shoulder.

"Let's get you out of here."

Is this me ignoring my other two stories so I can post something I've had stuck in my head?

Yep.

If you've read the other two then don't worry. I'm capping myself at three and I'm already working on chapters for the other two. No schedule of course, but they're on the way. Also, FanFiction Net's having a kerfuffle again so I've decided to cross-post this on Archive of Your Own AO3. You can find me there under the same name and profile picture. My other two stories are already posted there.

And yeah, this spawned from the depths of my mind but I'm here for it and I hope you guys enjoy it too. I hope I did a good job explaining how his Quirk works, it's basically the same but with a few differences to make it work. His background is obviously different, but don't worry because I'm keeping his character pretty much the same. He's still going to be a complete brat, there's just gonna be a bit more nuance behind it and why.

Again, I hope you enjoy it! If everybody hates it I'll just focus on my other two, I won't mind : )

I'm a sensitive soul

Thanks for checking this out and I'll see you guys later

—Digi