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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. 

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Everything was unnerving him at the moment.

The lack of curse energy put him on edge, as well as a huge disadvantage incase something or someone decided to attack him.

The person? Dog? Had zero cursed energy what so ever, so the possibility of it being a cursed corpse was slim. The other two people seemed normal enough for his standards expect they too, lacked any cursed energy.  Even civilians had some cursed energy even if they couldn't use it or notice it it was still there, but these people?  None. Nada. Not any in sight.

As Gojo let his thoughts spiral more and more trying to figure out this whole situation, the "dogman" as Gojo nicknamed him, adjusted his throat to bring the attention back to himself and to the two others.

"Hello, my name is Kenji Tsuragamae." The man gestured to himself then to the two beside him. "And they are Recovery Girl and EraserHead".

At the thought of "EraserHead" being somebodies name, Gojo burst out laughing and tears threatening to come out. "You're name is" Gojo manages to wheezes out." EraserHead?" Gojo's laughing got even louder this time, clutching his stomach and wiping the tears now coming out of his eyes.

After a few more moments of Gojo manically laughing and the three in front of him staring concerned, Gojo finally settled down while wiping the last of the tears coming out. "Sorry, I haven't heard a such a funny joke in a while." He says while grinning up at "EraserHead".

The raven haired man deadpanned at Gojo, clearly not impressed at all. "My hero name isn't a joke." The man stated with a bit of a glare.

Gojo lifted an eyebrow, hero name? He knew that whatever this place was isn't Shibuya but this place had something called hero names?

"What the fuck is a hero name?" Gojo scoff laughed with a condescending face.

The old lady's face scowled at the language as "EraserHead" was about to speak, Kenji interrupted "You don't know what a hero name is? Have you been raised by wolves?" He asked while giving out a bark out laugh.

Gojo immediately thought of his father and clan leaders. "Something like that." Gojo said while chuckling at the mans joke.

"Anyways, what is your name? You didn't have any identification on you when EraserHead brought you into the hospital and we couldn't find any records of you through the hospital, police nor the quirk database."

Gojo laughed internally, seriously what is up with this place and it's weird names for things? "Why should I tell you anything? I have no clue where I am and you expect me to just give up information about myself?"

At Gojo's words, the three shared looks, almost like telepathically communicating with each other.

"Son, what do you last remember before waking up?" The old lady "Recovery Girl" spoke up for the first time, trying to get some answers from the white haired boy.

Gojo irked at the pet name. Ever since he could remember he was well known for his power so nobody who knew his name dared to address him so casually.

"Last thing I remember? I was in Shibuya, why?" Gojo begrudgingly answered the older woman, his usual cheerful energy now gone and replaced with wariness and hostility.

This time, all three looked shocked at this information, thinking this was something more than what they though it was.

"Are you sure thats the last thing you remember?" The "dogman" questioned. "Because right now you are in Musutafu, two hours away from Shibuya."

Gojo was officially dumbfounded at the mans words. Musutafu? He knew jujutsu sorcerers weren't always in the loop with every single thing happening with civilians but theres was no way Gojo didn't hear about a whole other city being renamed.

The white haired teen sighed deeply and put his face in his face.  He had no clue where he was, what city he was in, where any of his students are, who the imposter that took over Getou's body is, and why exactly he was in a hospital bed with three strangers (who have no cursed energy) standing over him, questioning him.

His thoughts started to spiral again, thinking about his students. He knew they were strong but the higher ups would take any chance they could get to follow through with the execution of Yuuta and Yuji. Tsumiki was probably still in a deep coma from an unknown origin and Megumi-

The "dogman" placed his hand (which was surprisingly human like) on Gojo's shoulder to snap him out of another spiral.

"I'm sorry but I have a meeting soon so I'm going to have to rush this a bit." The dogman said sympathetically. "Everything in this room won't be shared to anyone else but The Hero Commission, you have my word as Chief of police."

Gojo finally lifted his head from his hands. "Why does this "Hero Commission" need to know about any of this?" 

 "Well we don't know exactly what happened but The Hero Commission obtained a box of unknown origin in Musutafu that was unable to be moved, and from other peoples accounts, you came out of that box. Since The Hero Commission was the one who took possession of the box, and the box broke once you came out of it, they have asked me personally to look over this case." The "dogman" now known as the Chief of police explained like he was talking to a child. 

The raven who was quietly observing decided to speak up. "And since The Hero Commission took possession of the box that you were inside of, they also deemed that you are under there possession until other wise." He gruffly said, almost like he was against the idea.

Gojo's head snapped in his direction. "What?" Gojo exclaimed with dismay. 

"I apologize but this is not up to any of us, usually you would be a ward of the government (Please correct me if I am wrong about this) because of you're age but The Hero Commission president is arguing since you have not come up in any of our databases, you could pose a threat to the country." The Chief of police explained softly, trying to calm the boy down. 

Gojo was now seething. He was somebodies property?  There was no way he was just going to sit back and let this "president" control him. 

"I'm sorry my time is up, I really need to head to a meeting now.  Could I get your name quickly before I go?" The "dogman" asked as he stood up, fixing his suit and brushing off the nonexistent dust. 

Gojo pushed down all of his internal anger, smiling at the man while holding his arm out for a handshake. "Gojo Satoru, nice to meet you." 

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Aizawa walks out of the hospital room yawning while stretching his arms above his head, trying to wake himself up.  

He hadn't gotten any sleep last night with having to mark his students hero knowledge tests, most of which failed anyways. He barely had enough time to do his daily night patrol  when he was called in on an emergency call to deal with a kid coming out of an unknown box that belonged to the Hero Commission.  

Even though Aizawa is only an underground hero, he still has his heroes license so the Hero Commission is allowed to call him at the most inconvenient times for him to help them.

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Hawks was annoyed, very annoyed.

He hated being called in by the President for things other than 'check-in's'. (Everybody in HPSC knew that the 'check-ins' were just code word for “We're making sure you are under control at all times and aren’t getting any traitorous thoughts”) 

The President never told him beforehand of what to expect before coming in to deal with emergencies, but he never would've expected this of all things.

Madam President, EraserHead, the Chief of Police, All Might, all the other top 5 Pro Heroes and a few other HPSC officials that Hawk's didn't quite remember (Not like he cared anyways though, they all looked the same to him with the same plain appearances and suits on. They would get fired or retire by the time he learned their names.) were sitting at a brown open table that resembled a half O but more square like with large ceiling to floor windows behind the table. 

"Ah, I didn't realize this was a group meeting." Hawks ponders out loud. "What's up." He smiles widely while he raises his hand as he greets everyone while taking his seat in between Endeavor and All Might.

Madam President sat in the middle of the table, in front of everyone with a projectors remote in her hands. "Now that everybody is here, we can begin the meeting." She says while discreetly narrowing her eyes on Hawks.  Yikes she was in a bad mood clearly, Hawks though to himself.

Hawks internally groans and slouches back into the chair at the thought of sitting through a powerpoint of some pointless shit that could’ve be summarized in 2 minutes by his handler.

The President clicks the remote and the projector screen behind Madam President brightly turns on with a picture of a small box with multiple eyes covering the cube.  

What the fuck is that? 

Usually these types of meetings were about international and national threats, quirk law changes, and other government official things but not a creepy ass cube with eyes out of all things.  

"This box came into our possession two months ago when it was found in some ruins by a team of construction workers.  We put a team of experts together to try to figure out what it was but they could not come up with anything." The projector screen flashes a few more times as pictures of the ruins with the so called team of experts.

"To our surprise, the cube was physically unable to be moved so there wasn't much we were able to do with it to figure it out until....this happened." The President continued but paused at the end of her sentence with a tone of disdain in her voice.

On the projector, a teenager with white hair pops us grinning ear to ear like he was just told he won the lottery.  The teen reminded Hawks of himself with the unruly hair and seemingly relaxed body expression.  He's probably around 16 or 17 with unnaturally bright blue eyes, Hawks notes that his eyes probably has something to do with his quirk. His fingers were beside his face, angled to make peace sign with his pointer and middle fingers.

"He says his name is Gojo Satoru, we cannot confirm that at this moment or any other information about him but we can assume he's somewhere in his mid teens-" 

Endeavor stands up from his seat abruptly as he interrupts the president mid sentence. "What does this have to do with us?" He loudly grumbles with his flaming mustache burning brightly, clearly annoyed about having to sit through the meeting. “The kid came out of a box, we’ve all seen more weird things happen on the job.” 

Madam President calmly ushers him to sit back down, unfazed of the sudden outburst. "Endeavor please let me explain then I will answer anyones questions." Endeavor deeply huffs in annoyance but complies while sitting back down. His fiery mustache still burning bright, clear indicator that he was just as annoyed or pissed off as the other heroes in the room, if not more. 

"As I was saying, we can assume that Gojo Satoru is in his mid teens based off his appearance.  He has been in the Hero Commission’s custody for a few days now because of the box from the previous photos.” She states while looking around the room.

Best Jeanist adjusts his throat before speaking. “Sorry, but I am with Endeavor with this one.  I don’t see why all the top 5 pro heroes in Japan need to be sitting in a meeting together over a teenager.” 

Madam President was getting more and more impatient by the minute, clearly not happy with the two men not giving her two minutes to explain what the situation was.  “If you’d let me continue now.”  She states obviously trying to bite her tongue to say something else. “Gojo Satoru was found coming out of the box we had found two months ago. He has been hospitalized for 3 days now after passing out from over exhaustion, and has been closing monitored since.”

Top Pro Hero Number 5, Mirko kicks her feet onto the table. “So what? We have to find the kids parents then we can examine the box, I still don’t understand what the big fuss is about.” Mirko voices while crossing her arms. 

This time, the Chief of Police finally spoke up. “That is because we haven’t been able to find any information about him what so ever in any of our databases. To put it simply, he wasn’t even born according to our systems. Which means we don’t know what type of threat he poses to us” He explains as he adjusts his suit.“Normally it wouldn’t be this huge of an issue but not only is he not in any of our database system, but since he also came out of a box of unknown origins, we aren’t risking anything.” He continues speaking clearly to everybody in the meeting.

”He is still in the hospital right now, yes?”  All Might finally speaks up, surprising Hawks that now of all times he only speaks when he’s usually the loudest in the room.  

“Yes he is still in the hospital but as long as everything goes smoothly tonight, he will be cleared to leave by tomorrow afternoon.” Madam President confirms while looking through one of the few files beside her. 

“Where will he go though? We don’t have any extra handlers to watch over him since you fired them all?”  Hawks playfully grinned at Madam President, he knew she already had something worked out.

The President just smiles back at him, knowing he just wants a reaction. ”I have been thinking it through all of yesterday and I think the best option is for Gojo Satoru to stay with Eraserhead.”  As she said this, everybody at the tables head wipe around either looking at her or at Eraserhead.  

Just by Eraserheads expression, it was obvious that he wasn’t given any heads up about this decision.  “I understand that we don’t know his threat levels right now but I don’t have anytime between my daily patrols and being a teacher.”  He calmly explains while gritting his teeth, trying to convince her to stick the teen anywhere but in his apartment.

The other heroes and officials in the room don’t dare to make a sound, not wanting to be stuck on babysitting duty if Eraserhead gets off of it.  Madam President just crossed her arms which sighing. “Unfortunately, you are the only one who will be able to stop him if he tries something.  And as for your daily patrols, you will not longer have to do them until we sort this situation out.”  

Great, Aizawa thinks in head.  His daily night patrols were a way to cool him off after having to spend all day dealing with a bunch of teenagers but now he’ll have to teach his class and then go home to babysit another teenager.

Madam President stands up and fixes her suit, smoothing all the wrinkles that formed while she was sitting.  “I have another meeting to attend so I will be off.  If any of you have any other extra questions, please feel free to email me about him.  Have a good day.” She curtly nods to the room while turning around and walking out the door while the officials run after her to keep up. 

Everybody else slowly files out of the room, some like Endeavor getting out as fast as they can.  As Eraserhead is about to leave, All Might stops him.  “If you need any help with the young one, I’ll be able to manage him even if I’m technically retired.” All Might grins brightly at him.  Aizawa politely nods and smiles at him, which comes out more of a grimace but the other man doesn’t seem to affected by it.

Aizawa shuffles out of the building and hops on the train, trying not to fall asleep.  He thinks of how to tell Hizashi that they’re going to have an extra roommate with him, and a teenager on top of that.

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Gojo couldn't sleep.

He couldn't tell if it was because he had slept for 2 days straight or the fact that his hospital room lights keep turning on every time he shifts around in the bed to get comfortable.  Stupid fucking hospital lights Gojo mentally cursed them.  The windowless room gave him no indication of what time of day it is, thank god for the bright ass digital clock above him that covered the whole room in red by the time the motion sensor lights turned back off.  4:02am the clock read in bright bold letters.  

The past day had been a blur for him.  He was exhausted still from being out cold for the other two days he has been here and the first thing he's forced to do is talk with some old doctor, a hobo and the chief of police who had the head of a dog.  After a brief nap that was interrupted by the sound of an alarm ringing throughout the hospital floor followed by the sounds of multiple footsteps running towards one room.  He overheard the whispers of nurses outside his room talking about the latest patient in the resuscitation room that was causing the alarms.  

Hospitals wasn't something that Gojo did.  It was either being given some meds by Shoko and off he went or being too sick to move so he had to stay in his room for a week (which had only happened once in his entire life after being forced to spend the entire day training by the clan when he was young) Even if he didn't go to hospitals like at all, he could tell this one was different.  Everything looked roughly the same as any other regular hospital but everything functioned a lot more advancedly than he was used too.  It reminded him of those AI things from whatever Marvel movies Megumi had been obsessed for a few months until he moved onto to whatever other dumb things kids seem to find cool.  He didn't care too much for them because to him, they all had the same plot and he thought he'd be a much better superhero than all of those average avengers with boring powers.  The tv in the corner of the room apparently didn't come with a remote because after searching the entire room, he still didn't find it.  The tv was very quiet and kept playing some cartoon movie he didn't recognize over and over for the entire day.  He tried to ask the nurse to change it when she brought him lunch but she just ignored him and continued doing her rounds.

On top of all of alarms going on and off randomly, the motion sensor lights, the bright ass clock and the kids movie that kept playing on repeat, the hospital was shit.  He was allowed to wander around the hospital as long as he didn't leave the hospital itself and that was good enough for Gojo.  He rose off the bed that he just spent the last 5 hours tossing and turning in and put slippers that the hospitals provided on.  The bright white lights flashed on the second he got off the bed and he grabbed a robe that he requested from one of the nurses and tossed it on.  He tiredly shuffled out of the room with his slippers dragging against the tile floor.  The hallways were just as bright as the room he just left but now he was able to look around more, the more advanced everything seemed.  There truly wasn't that different but there were machines and different things he'd never seen before.  He kept walking around, observing things trying to figure out where the fuck he was. 

It didn't take long to figure out where he roughly was at least.  As Gojo turned the corner to another hallway, colours filled his eyes.  Stickers of all types of animals covered the walls completely along with papers on horribly drawn shapes?  The papers were pinned up with mini cartoon figures and the crayon drawn papers were clearly done by a five year old who had no sense of art.  Come on, even Megumi and Tsumiki knew to draw in the lines when they were young.   A nurses station came into view as he continued down the hallway to look at the horribly drawn art.  He smiled brightly as an idea come into his head and started walking towards the nurses. 

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Shota Aizawa got a call at 4:30am from the hospital the kid he's supposed to take care of is staying at.  Fortunately, or unfortunately in his case, he was already awake because he wanted to do his last night patrol before he's forced to to give it up for babysitting duty.  The nurses that called him in a frenzy, begging him to come deal with the quote "uncontrollable teenager". He grumbles incoherently while ordering a taxi to come get him, leaving his car at some random parking lot for him to deal with later.  The long car drive made him more and more restless as the car approached the hospital, Shota just wanting to go home and sleep for an hour or two if he's lucky and then go to work to teach those little shits he calls a class.

As soon as he steps into the children's wards of the hospital, the nurses sigh in relief when they spot the tired looking man and all crowd around the hero.  "That kid-" A nurse pants out, clearly trying to catch her breath. "You need to stop him, he's being a disturbance to other patients and under any regular circumstance we would've had him contained and subdued." The same nurse begs of him with much more even breaths now but speaking with complete desperation.  Shota deeply sighs, he definitely won't be getting that hour of sleep he wanted.  

He walks around the hallways, looking for the cocky teenager that the nurses were clearly terrified at.  As he looks for the unruly kid his mind wanders, what did those nurses mean by "under any regular circumstance?".  He quickly brushed the thought off as he could hear sounds something get hit and grunts from around the corner his was nearing.  Shota quickly learned of why the nurses were in such desperation of his assistance.  The white haired kid was using his body to slam into a vending machine, which looked like it was ready to break on the pressure.  Beside the teenager sat a younger boy in a wheelchair with a hospital gown on.  The kid looked at the teenager in awe and disbelief when he finally breaks the glass of the vending machine, the glass falling near the white haired boys slippers.  The teen grins ear to ear at his triumph and quickly grabs handfuls of candy and chips while handing them over to the younger kid in the wheelchair and repeating the process until the vending machine only has candy that looked older than bot the kids combined. 

Shota adjusts his throat, interrupting the raid the two kids just finished and almost got away with.  The two look over at Shota with the same “Oh shit” expression then quickly look over at each other and the older boy grabs the wheelchair and dashes off with the two boys laughing hysterically, swerving wildly like they were play Mario Kart.  Shota grumbles while rubbing his head as he grabs his capture weapon to detain to two, which works fine for the cloth he aimed for the frame of the wheelchair that wrapped around the younger boy, forcing him to stay in the wheelchair and the wheelchair to stop suddenly.  What doesn’t work fine is the fact the capture weapons bounce off the older teen that is grinning as if he knew that was going to happen.  Aizawa quickly activates his quirk and the capture weapon wrap around the older boy this time, which surprises the teen who wears a shocked expression on his face. 

“Let’s go you two.” The older man orders the kids while dragging them back to their rooms.

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The boy casually lays on the hospital bed with his head resting upright on some pillows.  He intently watches some hero movie that the tv has on, ignoring the glares of the adults watching him.  In Gojo’s eyes, he didn’t do anything wrong.  The kid asked him to wheel him around the hallways because both of them couldn’t sleep and then Satoru got a craving that only candy could fix, unfortunately both of them didn’t have the money to pay the machine so he had to improvise.  

It wasn’t his fault that the kid also asked for cheetos, he didn’t want to say know to a kid.  He looked up above him and read the clock: 6:24am.  The adults in front of him were pissed the fuck off and weren’t trying to hide it.  The woman in a suit who was busy with non-stop phone calls for the past hour was staring him down from a chair across the room, the hobo looking man was the only one in the room who seemed like he didn’t give two shits and was trying to sleep.  Two security guards were standing outside the hospital room, making sure his little escape didn’t happen again but even with them facing away from Satoru, he could tell they wouldn’t pleased with the arrangement.

The room was deafeningly silent other than the woman who would take calls and then rapidly type something and than repeat the process.  Satoru was content with ignoring what happened on his walk and just watching tv but the door suddenly opened revealing that mouse bear creature and a man with spikey banana like hair. 

Satoru mentally groaned because he knew his period of relaxation and bliss came to a stop when those tiny paws stepped inside.  The blonde man was all smiles with some hint of hesitation but the rat creature (that’s the only thing he will be called from now on, Satoru thought) walked in with a softer smile than the blonde but with more confidence. 

The woman who was rapidly texting something suddenly stands up from the chair she was sitting in to greet the rat.  The blonde man wakes up the hobo man who rudely stopped the teen from enjoying his time and the two quietly talked for a quick minute while the rat and woman exchanged pleasantries.  The four rapped up their conversations at the same time and all turned to face Satoru.  I’m fucked, it’s official the white haired boy thought. 

“Now that that’s sorted, let’s deal with this issue.”  The woman states as if the boy wasn’t right in front of the four.  

Gojo decides to do what he does best, annoy the shit out of them until they give up and leave.  He crosses his arms, crumbs from the candy he was allowed to keep after the hobo payed for it, fell from the shirt and pants the hospital gave him to the floor. 

“What issue?  I don’t see the issue here, I was told by the nurses I was allowed to go everywhere as long as I didn’t leave the building and not once did I leave the building.” Satoru says with a “duh” tone in his voice.  

The blonde banana do finally spoke up. “Little listener, the problem is that you took another boy from his hospital room when his parents were asleep, broke hospital property and then ran off when you were caught.”  The man softly explains to Satoru like he was 6, how does he think he is! 

“How is it my fault that the kid asked me to take him for a walk!?” He wildly exclaims. “Also what kind of hospital gives this bland food and expects somebody not to get a sugar craving because they refuse to give me anything more sugary than rice!” Satoru dramatically cries out. Suguru once told him that if he wasn’t a jujutsu sorcerer he would’ve been an actor for sure with how dramatic he is.

The two in suits clearly don’t buy it which the woman shows but the rat covers with a smile, the hobo couldn’t give two shits and the blonde banana just seems uncertain of his sudden outcry.  

The woman pinches the bridge of her nose. “I will not accept this kind of behaviour, especially in a hospital.  We have asked the doctor and you have been cleared as of 10 minutes ago so you will be going home with Eraserhead and Present Mic to stay with home until further notice.”  She robotically explained while turning on her heels. “I better not hear about something like this happening again.”  

Satoru just scoffs as she leaves, who pissed in her cereal? The rat steps forward gaining his attention.

”As of right now, you are deemed as an unknown threat so you will have to be with Eraserhead at all times.  As he is a teacher at UA, you will have to accompany him until we have deemed you not a threat anymore. That being said, you will not be there as a student because of orders I don’t have authority to.  You will dress the part as a student and attend whatever classes Eraserhead teaches to not arise any suspicion.”  The rat carefully explains, as if he’s dumbing it down for the white haired boy. 

“Why the fuck would I comply to that? I could leave right now and you’d never see me again.” Gojo scoffs at the rat while huffing, he was not going to blindly follow orders especially after what the elders in the clan forced him to do in order to ‘maintain peace’. 

“You will comply because you simply do not exist here.  We have had every data base checked throughly and if you escape you will not be able to get a job or even leave the country without any sort of passport, which you need a birth certificate for.” The hobo states tiredly.  

Shit.  They got him there. 

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Hello everyone!

I am going to start by saying I appreciate every single one of you reading my story, especially those who continued to comment even after this story hasn’t been updated for a while now.

I’m truly shocked to see this many people interested in my work, I very much enjoy to write and picked this up as a side project as a way to fulfill myself.

I know it has been 2 years since it was last updated…I apologize. I was in high school when I started this fic prepping for uni, and the course load is only heavier now but ig I chose this life since I’m in STEM.

It’s currently 3am and I was rereading this work and I genuinely like the storyline however I can’t stop cringing at my writing as well as my very obvious plot holes that I failed to even consider. However I am quite drawn to the plot and feel the urge to start back up again, however this time I would force myself to make it through rather than dropping off the face of the earth.

Long story short, if anyone is interested in seeing where this story would lead to (and I mean anyone at all) I would love for you guys to comment. If not, embarrassing but also my rereading this made me want to throw my phone across the room due to second hand embarrassment because wtf was I doing when I wrote this