Gojo lounged in a stark, sterile room within a heavily secured GDA facility, his legs kicked up on a metal table, hands behind his head.
He wore his usual getup—loose white shirt, dark pants, black sunglasses perched low on his nose—looking like he'd just rolled out of bed.
The setup screamed cop drama: a single table bolted to the floor, a chair across from him, bare walls, and a one-way mirror he knew damn well someone was watching through.
He smirked faintly, twirling a lollipop stick between his fingers, unbothered by the whole scene.
How'd he end up here? Just an hour ago, he'd been slouched on the beat-up couch at the Teen Team base, munching on candy and letting his mind wander.
He'd been daydreaming about the inevitable chaos of Rex screwing up—specifically, when Atom Eve would catch him cheating. 'Oh, it's gonna be gold,' he'd thought, grinning to himself.
His favorite scenario? Rex tangled up in some wild 4-8-9-some with Dupli-Kate—her clones all over him, pants down, asses in the air—when Eve walks in for some random reason.
'Boom, caught naked-handed, Dupli-Kate literally on Rex's ass.' He'd cackled at the image—hilarious for everyone except Eve, Rex, and Kate. Gotta record that, he'd mused.
'Leverage him with that days—make Rex call me 'Master' or 'Sensei,' maybe 'Cool Guy,' while he's stuck saying 'I'm a dumbass' on loop.' The blackmail potential was endless.
But mid-fantasy, Robot had rolled up, his glowing eyes cutting through Gojo's scheming. "Gojo Satoru," he'd said, voice steady, "Cecil just has issued an immediate call for you. Director Cecil Stedman requests your presence at their facility as soon as possible." Gojo had blinked, popping the lollipop out of his mouth.
"What, now? For what?" Robot hadn't elaborated—just stared, waiting. Gojo had sighed, figuring it was about the Guardians of the Globe mess.
'Maybe they need my help piecing it together, he'd thought, teleporting straight to the GDA with a shrug. Something about the murders, whatever—guess I'm useful.'
Now, sitting in this interrogation box, reality hit different. He'd figured the plot wrong—way wrong. In the show, Cecil zeroes in on Omni-Man quick, or at least some shadowy unknown attacker.
Gojo had assumed he'd be a bystander, maybe a helper if they asked nice. But this? Me, the main suspect? He leaned back, chuckling under his breath as the pieces clicked.
'Cecil's got no footage, Omni-Man's half-dead, and I'm the new guy with freaky unknown powers who showed a few weeks ago before all this happened. Shit, I didn't see that coming.' He'd been in the city a month, tossing around Red and Blue like it was nothing, and now it'd landed him here.
'Guess my vibe too is suspicious for him,' he thought, a sight on his face as he stared at the unknown.
Gojo sat there, legs still kicked up on the table, twirling the tooth pick as his thoughts bounced around. The door to the interrogation room creaked open, snapping him out of it.
He glanced up, expecting Donald or some GDA grunt, but in walked Cecil Stedman himself—sharp suit, gray hair, face like stone.
No backup, just the director, carrying the weight of authority in every step. Cecil pulled out the chair across from Gojo, sat down, and folded his hands on the table, his eyes locking onto Gojo's sunglasses with a stare that could cut steel.
"Do you know why you were called here?" Cecil asked, voice low and deliberate, testing the waters.
Gojo shrugged, leaning back with a lazy grin. "Nope, man, I don't know. I'm not some prophet or future-seer. You tell me." He popped the tooth pick back in his mouth, rolling it around like he didn't have a care in the world.
Cecil didn't flinch. "Last night, the Guardians of the Globe were murdered. Brutally. Torn apart, left in pieces." His tone stayed flat, but the words landed heavy, watching for any crack in Gojo's facade.
Gojo slid his black sunglasses up from the bridge of his nose, settling them over his eyes with a casual flick.
"Yeah, Robot already filled me in—told the whole Teen Team too. Invincible wasn't there, though. So, what's this got to do with me?" He tilted his head, smirking faintly, like he was just humoring the guy.
Cecil leaned forward, cutting straight to it. "You're the main suspect, Gojo." He let that sink in, then kept going, voice sharp.
"You showed up out of nowhere exactly 23 days ago—no records, no trace. Then there's your powers—gravity tricks, push and pull, what you call 'Red' and 'Blue' in Robot's reports. And that shield around you, 'Infinity.' Strong enough to stop anything, maybe strong enough to do this." He tapped the table, emphasizing the massacre without breaking eye contact.
Gojo's smirk dropped, and he sat up straighter, pulling the tooth pick out with a soft pop. "Whoa, hold up—I didn't do it. Hell, you're saying I did it? I don't even know where their base is! I'm not some hacker who can tap a few keys and pull up their address. And brutal? Look, I'm not saying much, but if I'd done it, it wouldn't be some messy bloodbath—I'd go for clean, crippling shots. Knock 'em out, not tear 'em up." He waved a hand, dismissing the idea like it was absurd.
Cecil's eyes narrowed. "So you're saying you could have killed them all if you'd wanted to?"
Gojo's face shifted into that dumb, exaggerated expression he pulled sometimes—mouth slack, eyebrows raised—like he'd just heard the stupidest thing ever.
"Oh, come on, man, I see what you're doing—twisting my words, trying to trip me up into confessing something I didn't do. Nice try. And if we're talking about my 'sudden appearance' 23 days ago? Tons of stuff happened then. I saved the Teen Team, sure—babies got born somewhere, Invincible got his powers that same day. I mean, 23 days ago was a busy time! You gonna suspect every newborn too?" He grinned, leaning back again, tossing the Tooth pick onto the table with a clatter…
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A/N: so tell me guys how was the chapter and which PoV do you prefer, 1st PoV or 3rd PoV.