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the lights shot diamonds from his eyes

Summary:

!! CONTAINS JJK MANGA SPOILERS !!

The last thing Gojo Satoru remembered was being sealed inside the prison realm by someone he had killed a year ago. When he awakens, the jujutsu world is no more and instead has been replaced by Pro heroes. What could go wrong?

also up on Wattpad under the same user!

Notes:

Hello my readers! I’m very excited to start officially working on this since it’s taken me a few months to get motivation to do this. I won’t have a posting schedule for now because as much as I love to write, schools comes first :(. Thank you so much for reading!

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Chapter 1: Like A Scar of Age

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“Good night Gojo Satoru. Let us meet again in the new world.”


Gojo froze while his eyes narrowed and ears rung as he tried to process what the man he had formerly loved the stranger who wore Getou’s face said to him. While he spaced out, the stranger used it as an opportunity to seal him away inside of the prison realm. 


It was quite a strange sensation being side the box, it being freezing cold but also boiling hot.  Feeling chained down by the weight of the cursed energy but also weightless like he was outside of his body.  


He was sure it had been only a few hours trapped inside yet it felt like centuries had past at the same time. His mind became more and more numb with being stuck with himself for who knows how long. 


He longed to talk with, or even just see how his students were.  He knew every single one of them could handle themselves but without him there with them, it made him nervous. Itadori and Yuuta’s execution being barely postponed and no one but themselves and the other students to back them, they wouldn’t last long.  But even if Gojo did return and speak on behalf of them, it wouldn’t mean anything since the higher-ups probably took his entrapment as an opportunity to exile him from the jujutsu sorcerer community once and for all. 


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Gojo hummed an old tune he learned as a child from one of his many nannie’s. His father insisted he was to be always watched because he was the “clans heir”. He hated the attention he received growing up, adults constantly whispering things about him thinking he couldn’t hear them, staring at him scared but also angry.  It was confusing for him but he learned to ignore them because they didn’t mean anything compared to him. 

The honoured one. 

The adults who once made him feel uneasy and nervous made him feel like everyone around him was nothing but ants, and to which he treated them as such. 

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Gojo jolted forward, the prison realm moving suddenly as if it was being opened.  

To Gojo’s surprise, it was truly opening and not him blindly hoping a miracle was happening. He was pushed out as the box fully extended the way he had gotten captured by. The sudden sunlight was literally blinding him after spending what felt like a few hours at most in the dark.  He internally cursed at himself for not packing an extra pair of sunglasses. 

While he was busy rolling around with his face against the ground trying to please his eyes who seemed to have a mind of their own (and made up its mind that it currently hated him) whispers behind him were giving commands to each other. 

“Go get Eraserhead for me now. We don’t know what level of threat he is, and who he is for a matter of fact.” A gruff voice ordered and shoes ran off, which made Gojo think about the tone the higher geezers used with him when he did something he wasn’t supposed to do. 


Gojo just groaned in reply, his eyes were seriously trying to kill him. “Fuck me man” desperately rubbing his eyes to soothe them.  He has been so busy dealing with the pain that he hadn’t realized the people approaching him until he had what seemed to be a cloth around him.

 

He had gotten so used to not having to use his infinity in the box because there was no one but him that he forgot to put it back up. But he was also exhausted and in pain so chances of him being able to were low. 

“I’d rather not.” An equally tired voice stated from behind him. Gojo finally give his fingers which were red at this point a break to look up  at the person that the cloth around him belonged to. 

The man was probably a few years older than he was based off of the eye bags he had. 

“Who are you kid? And why were you inside of a box that belongs to the hero commission?” The man questioned while gesturing to the people who were barking out the orders before.

 

”Kid? I’m not a kid. And what’s the hero commission?” Gojo asked annoyed.  The more seconds pasted, the more fatigued he felt. He was feeling delusional and anxious from the lack of sleep, pain and nerves. 

The man heavily sighs while rubbing forehead. “Look kid, stop being difficult. Just tell us why, we’ll send you home and there won’t be a report filed.” 

Gojo was seriously confused. The man who stood in front of him that had zero cursed energy threatening him. Gojo Satoru out of all people. 

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Shota Aizawa wanted to go home. The more time he spent on duty, the more he regretted becoming a hero. He loved helping people but not at the cost of his sleep.

 

His current problem was a 16, maybe 17 year old boy who was playing dumb to get out of trouble. This wasn’t anything new to him but he was pissed that the boy was playing so dumb to the point that he didn’t know what the hero commission is.  

Every kid in Japan, he’ll even the entire world had heard about it.  Weither they want to become a hero or not, it was common knowledge since they dealt with international villain problems.

The kid didn’t respond to the threat he made and just blankly stared at him.  They took their time examining each other, seeing which would break eye contact first.  The kid broke it first while blinking and looking away.  Then he collapsed. 

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Gojo wanted to murder whatever was making the god awful loud beeping sound that woke him up.  Only to find that it was in fact his heart monitor.  He calmed down taking a deep breath then internally panicked since he realized he was in the hospital. 

The heart monitor picked up on his panic which then caused a horde of nurses (which were all Gojo’s type if you asked him) to burst through the door and see the emergency. 

Gojo stared at them all in confusion while the nurses were trying to catch their breathe from the running. One of them stepped forward, less out of breathe than the others. 

“Glad to see you’re awake, I’ll let the doctor know and we can go from there.” She kindly smiled while ushering the other nurses who were panting less harder now out. 

With an exaggerated sigh he flopped back on the bed to lay down from his sitting position. 

He mind was now processing everything and catching back up to speed. Shiubya, the person who has taken over Getou, the prison realm, the man who threatened him and wherever this is. 

As he finished putting everything together, a person who he thinks is the doctor walks in while flipping through some papers, probably his.  Gojo stared at the old lady who probably only stands to his hips at most.  With her is the man from before and some kind of dog standing on two legs wearing a suit?

 

Where ever Gojo is, he was sure it wasn’t Shibuya.