Gojo, Robot, Dupli-Kate, Atom Eve, and Rex Splode stood in the Teen Team's base, the familiar concrete walls and flickering lights surrounding them after Eve floated them back from the Flaxan mess.
Dust still clung to their clothes, and the air buzzed with leftover tension. In front of them stood Cecil Stedman, sharp in his suit, hands in his pockets, looking oddly at home in their scrappy hideout.
He gave a curt nod, welcoming them to their own turf like he owned the place, his eyes scanning the room for a moment—not searching, just taking it in—before settling on the team.
Cecil stepped forward, fixing his gaze on Robot. "I've been watching you for a long time, Robot," he said, voice steady and direct, cutting through the quiet.
"You've got the head for this—strategy, control, results. I've decided you're taking over the Guardians of the Globe. You're the new leader. Start picking teammates—interview new heroes, see who fits best on your team. Send Donald a list of anyone you want to check out or bring in. The GDA's backing you." He didn't blink, didn't soften the words—just laid it out like an order wrapped in trust.
Robot's glowing eyes flickered, processing the weight of it, but he didn't react beyond a slight tilt of his head. "Thank you for your trust Cecil, J won't disappoint you" he replied, calm as ever.
"I will begin the selection process immediately." Cecil gave a small nod, satisfied, like that was all he'd come to say.
Then he turned to Gojo, standing off to the side with his hands in his pockets, sunglasses perched low.
Cecil didn't speak—didn't need to.
His face stayed blank, but his eyes burned with something curious, a glint that said he'd seen something invincible.
Gojo caught it, smirking faintly, but before anyone could blink, Cecil teleported out—gone in a flash, leaving nothing but a faint hum in the air.
Rex broke the silence first, spinning toward Robot with a shout that echoed off the walls. "Holy crap, dude—something big just happened! You're the leader of the biggest superhero team on the planet now! You get to pick your own squad!" His voice cracked with excitement, hands thrown up like he couldn't believe it. He punched Robot's metal shoulder, grinning wide. "That's insane, man!"
Atom Eve stepped up, a soft smile breaking through her usual calm. "Yeah, Robot—congrats. That's huge. You deserve it." She clapped him on the back, her energy still faintly glowing from the fight.
Dupli-Kate joined in, bouncing a little on her feet. "Seriously, this is awesome! You're gonna kill it leading the Guardians. Congrats!" She flashed a thumbs-up, her usual edge softened by the moment.
Gojo, still leaning against the wall, pushed off and strolled over, adjusting his sunglasses with a lazy grin.
"Well, well, man—nice promotion upu just got here. Congrats from me too." He paused, then added with a playful lilt, "Guess I'm gonna interview for a spot in the Guardians of the Globe. Gotta aim for higher spots, right?" He chuckled at Robot, half-joking, half-serious, his smirk said it all jokingly but he will interview.
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Gojo flopped onto the worn-out couch in the Teen Team's base, legs kicked up, hands behind his head as the others stood in front of Robot, still buzzing from congratulating him on his big promotion to Guardians of the Globe leader.
Rex was pacing, Eve leaned against a table, Dupli-Kate fidgeted, and Robot stood still, glowing eyes calm.
Gojo watched them for a second, then chuckled, tilting his head like a teacher about to school a room of clueless kids.
"Guess it's time for a quick '101 lesson,' huh?" he said, grinning wide. "Don't worry—I'll keep it idiot-proof, mostly for Rex's sake."
Rex spun around, rolling his eyes hard. "Oh, real funny, shades. Like I need your dumbass lecture." Gojo just smirked wider, unfazed, and waved a hand to start.
"Alright, listen up," he said, voice light but firm. "What I use is called Cursed Energy—CE for short. Think of it like emotional static—anger, fear, hate, all the nasty stuff people shove down deep. In this world, that junk builds up naturally. All humans leak it out without even knowing, like sweat or bad vibes. Me? I grab it, control it, turn it into power." He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, grinning like he was sharing a cool trick. "It's like electricity from bad emotions—I'm the lightning rod and the battery."
The team stared, frustration creasing their faces. What they'd seen downtown didn't add up—no flashes of light, no booming sounds, no guns or gadgets, just impossible stuff happening out of nowhere. Rex stepped up first, hands on his hips. "We didn't see anything, man—not a blast, not a spark. So what the hell was it? You just waved your hands, and bam—aliens gone. Explain that!"
Gojo leaned back, calm as ever. "You couldn't see it in very simple terms because you can't. It's not your fault—your eyes, your tech, they're not built for it." He paused, then grinned. "Think of it like radio waves. You don't see the signal, but it's there, doing its thing. My power's like that—Cursed Energy. You can't detect it, measure it, or track it with your techs. It's made from negative emotions, plain and simple from humans."
Eve frowned, crossing her arms. "Negative emotions? How's that work?" Dupli-Kate nodded, chiming in, "Yeah, how do you turn that into… whatever you did out there?"
Gojo shrugged, making it relatable. "Most people… no all people… except me…leak this energy all the time—stress, fear, anger—just dribbling out like a leaky faucet. I don't leak. I grab it, refine it, use it like fuel for my techniques. Imagine powering your abilities with all the crap you feel—stress, fear, whatever—but instead of letting it wreck you, you turn it into something useful. That's me."
Rex snorted, still skeptical. "Okay, fine—but what'd you do? We saw aliens vanish, get squashed, get ripped up. How?"
"Oh! My technique?!" Gojo straightened his sunglasses, smirking as he broke it down for them in terms they'd get. "Alright, here's what you witnessed, step-by-step. Middle portal? That was erasure at atomic level—called Hollow Purple. I smashed two forces together—push and pull—until they collapsed the space between me and the portal. Think of it like cutting a chunk out of a photo—poof, gone. No mess, no leftovers, just empty."
He held up his left hand. "Left portal? That was… Well I call it Blue—pure attraction. I made everything—aliens, mechs, rubble—get sucked to one spot, like a tiny black hole. Crushed 'em together until they were a bloody little cube. Simple, right?"
Then his right hand. "Right portal? I call it Red—repulsion. I flipped the flow, pushed everything away so fast their bodies couldn't handle it. Looked like a shockwave to you, but it was tighter, sharper—ripped 'em apart before they could blink." He leaned back, grinning at their stunned faces. "That's the basics. You didn't see lights or hear bangs 'cause it's not that kind of energy. It just… happens."
"That is what I did in very simple terms."
The team stood there, processing—Rex blinking fast, Eve's just thinking, Dupli-Kate staring like she'd heard something else, Robot's eyes flickering as he logged it all or recorded it all and planned to do some experiment on that. Gojo's grin didn't budge.
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A/N: So, here is the new chapter. I wanted to create 2 chapters today and post it but when I was done with 1 chapter, I opened pinterest and saw an image that took away from energy to write more gojo being gojo scene… in short I couldn't write gojo clearly or right.
It was a wholesome, sad, angst even though it was a 1 image and with few panels… it just hit a little hard.
(Image here if you wanna see that.)
So, i will probably write 1 more chaoter tomorrow after watching some edit and compilation of gojo being gojo.
And do you want to to create wholesome chapter like in the image but with gojo?