Eve's eyes narrowed when I casually called her Rex's girlfriend, her pink glow flickering as she straightened up.
She didn't say anything at first, just stared at me, her face a mix of surprise and suspicion. Then she stepped forward, hands on her hips.
"Hold on a second—how do you even know that? Who are you? I don't know you, and I'm pretty sure we've never met. How'd you know me and Rex are together?"
I shrugged, giving her my best lazy Gojo grin. "Oh, that? Easy-peasy. If you're asking how I know you guys, let's just say your online accounts aren't exactly top-secret—Teen Team's got fans, y'know? And the relationship part? C'mon, it's obvious. You charged that slimy freak like a mama bear when it smashed your little exploding guy over there. Only a girlfriend would get that mad over a bruised-up loudmouth like him." I winked, keeping it light, like it was no big deal.
Eve blinked, processing it. She seemed to get it—kinda—but her guard didn't drop. I could tell she was still wary. And why wouldn't she be?
Their whole team had been struggling against that mutated villain, barely keeping it together, and I'd waltzed in and flattened it solo like it was nothing.
She glanced at Rex, then back at me, her brow furrowed. She'd never heard of me—no white-haired guy with glowing blue eyes popping up in the superhero scene.
If I had powers this strong, I'd have a reputation, right? Some kind of hero name, a costume, something. But I was a total blank to her, and that made her cautious.
Before she could say more, Robot rolled up from behind, his metal feet clanking on the cracked pavement.
Dupli-Kate was right next to him, brushing dirt off her suit. Robot's head tilted, his glowing eyes locked on me.
"Identity unknown. Who are you? You neutralized the mutated villain with minimal effort—an efficiency comparable to the Guardians of the Globe. No collateral damage detected by you. What technique did you employ? Sensors detected no projectiles or physical contact—only a gesture with your finger. And did you used a teleport technique to get here?" His voice was flat, mechanical, like he was reading off a checklist, but there was a hint of curiosity in it. At first he wondered if Cecil sent him for help, but from the situation it wasn't the case as he hadn't gotten a call from Cecil about this situation or him telling he sent backup or something.
Dupli-Kate crossed her arms, eyeing me up and down. "Yeah, seriously, how'd you do that? One second that thing's charging, the next it's blasting off like a rocket. What's your deal—telekinesis? Psychokinesis? Some kinda mind trick? Spill it, because that was nuts!" She sounded half-impressed, half-annoyed, like she couldn't decide if she was mad I'd stolen the show or glad she didn't have to lose more clones.
I laughed, holding up my hands as they all stared at me. "Whoa, whoa, one at a time, okay? You're gonna give me a headache with all these questions! Alright, here's the deal—I'm Gojo Satoru, jujutsu sorcerer extraordinaire. What'd I do? Oh, just a little gravity trick—super simple stuff, like pushing and pulling with some extra oomph. Don't worry if it sounds confusing; it's way too complicated for you to get it right now at once. I'll explain it later when we've got time to chill. Oh, and by the way—" I struck a goofy pose, one hand on my hip, the other flashing a peace sign, grinning wide like I was on a photo shoot—"I'd love to join your team! What do you say? Could use a guy like me, right?"
They all just stared—Eve skeptical, Robot calculating, Dupli-Kate blinking, and Rex groaning from the ground. I kept the pose, smiling like an idiot, waiting for them to catch up. Nailed it.
I stood there in my goofy pose, peace sign up, grinning at the Teen Team, but they didn't say anything—just stared at me like I'd sprouted wings.
A few seconds ticked by, and the silence stretched. No "welcome aboard," no "get lost," nothing. So, I decided to roll with it. "Alrighty then!" I said, clapping my hands together and flashing a big Gojo grin.
"Guess that's a yes! Thanks for letting me join the team—part-time, of course, 'cause I've got sweets to eat and places to travel. You won't regret it, promise!"
As a little thank-you, I sauntered over to Rex, who was still slumped against the wall, looking like a beat-up punching bag. Eve hovered nearby, watching me closely. I smirked down at him, crouching by his side.
"Hold still, tough guy. Let's fix that mess you call a body." Before he could protest, I focused, letting Reverse Cursed Technique—RCT—flow through my hands.
A soft glow spread from my fingers, warm and steady, sinking into Rex. His broken bones—snapped ribs, cracked arm—started knitting back together, the bruises fading fast.
Blood stopped trickling from his mouth, and his breathing eased up. It was healing at a crazy rate, like time rewinding on his injuries.
Rex blinked, flexing his arm, then sat up straighter. "What the—? Okay, that's freaky," he muttered, but he didn't look mad about it.
I'd only figured out I could do this about 15 days ago, back when I was messing around with my powers. I'd been practicing in some empty lot, teleporting, throwing Red and Blue around, getting a feel for what this body could do.
Then RCT popped into my head. I hadn't tried it before—didn't even think I could. Curses can't use RCT; it's supposed to hurt them, burn them up with positive energy. But I'd started wondering if I was different.
See, I wasn't a full curse—not like the usual ones. I was more like Sukuna chilling in Megumi's body, or those Cursed Womb: Death Painting guys, Choso and his brothers—half-human, half-cursed spirit. A weird mix.
So, I gave it a shot back then, focusing on a cut I'd gotten from some jagged metal. Boom—RCT kicked in, the cut closed up like magic, smooth as new. I was shocked but hyped.
Guess I'm more Gojo than I thought! It worked just like the real Gojo's would—fast, clean, perfect.
Then, just yesterday, I'd rolled into this city and found out I could heal others too. Some kid had wiped out on his skateboard while playing with his buddies—smacked his face on the ground, busted his nose bad.
Blood everywhere, poor guy wailing. I walked over, crouched down, and said, "Hey, kid, hold still—superhero time." I tried RCT on him, glowing hands and all, and his nose straightened out, bleeding stopped, good as new in seconds.
He'd grinned up at me, eyes wide.
"Are you a superhero?" he'd asked, all excited. I'd ruffled his hair and said, "Something like that. Go play, champ." Felt pretty cool, honestly.
Now, with Rex patched up, I stood and dusted my hands off, smirking at the Teen Team. "See? Told ya I'd be useful. No more broken exploding boy—good as new, courtesy of your newest part-timer!" Rex grumbled, standing up and rolling his shoulders, but he didn't argue.
Eve raised an eyebrow, still cautious, but I could tell she was impressed. Robot and Dupli-Kate just watched, probably still trying to figure me out.
'Perfect start,' I thought. 'They'll get used to the Gojo charm soon enough.'
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A/N: next chapter some chit chat as gojo is 28 years old in this fanfic so some little comedy voming in next chapter. So, today's done lets see you guys tomorrow. But… but… but if you want an extra chapter just complete 20 reviews and 400 power stones… and boom you will get an extra chapter.
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