Limitless || BnHA X JJK

21 • he sounds like satoru

It's raining. It's been raining a lot. Obviously, it would. It's the middle of spring, way into April by now. Doesn't mean you like the rain just because it's part of spring. Rain is cold against your skin, soaking into your clothes and making them stick to your body. It smells earthy and rich and it looks like you've taken a shower with your clothes on if you stand in it too much.

You prefer to be covered in blood. The blood of curses and humans alike.

Blood is thick and warm, smelling of pennies and iron. It seeps into your clothes and stains them horribly. But at least you don't look like you've taken a shower with your clothes on. Like this, you look like a proper killer.

Not so much a sorcerer killer, at least not as of right now. But it brings you just a little closer to the person you used to be. The little child covered in their own blood back when you were a kid and then the sorcerer killer's legacy. Toji was often covered in blood when you first met him. He used to take on way more jobs before you met him, and after taking you in he started concentrating more on you rather than on his occupation. Hence, he lost all his money to stupid gambling.

And then he took on the job of killing the Star Plasma Vessel and going after Satoru in the process. He must have been covered head to toe when he died. Not like you'd know. You weren't there. He didn't let you tag along to that one because he knew Satoru is your cousin. Which was also stupid, because back then you would have gladly done the killing of the white haired bastard yourself. Back then you were still incredibly mad at him. For indirectly ruining your life, for almost killing you, for being better than you.

Looking back, you might have been a little jealous of him. Your hatred for Satoru wasn't only fuelled by your anger for the Gojo and his six-eyes. It was the underlying jealousy that you tried to ignore for your entire childhood.

But you're not jealous anymore. Well, not really of his abilities overall. More like the small things. The normal things. Things that don't provoke you to want to kill him. You like that he can teleport. You can admit that. Because no matter how fast you can run, he'll always arrive at the goal first.

You like his Infinity. The barrier around him. If you had it, you wouldn't get injured so often. Which would be counterproductive since your own cursed technique relies on your body getting injured or someone trying to injure you.

But you hate your technique. You hate constantly getting hurt. You hate these scars. You hate the sickening feeling of your bones snapping back into place, or the cold feeling inside of you as blood trickles from your wounds.

"Counter. . Vanish. . ."

You fall to your knees, heaving. The guy in front of you fell unconscious before you could use your revenge counter on him, so you opted to use your hidden ace instead.

How often have you used your technique today? You don't even know anymore. But the ache in your body and the vertigo is telling you it was once too many. The day isn't even halfway over and you've already overdone it. Granted, you were up all night. But here you are, holding back your hair as you empty out your stomach onto the street. Asagiri isn't here to heal you, Yasuhiro isn't on available because he has business to attend to, and nobody is here to help. Which is better.

You're covered in grime and blood, reeking of iron and the earthy smell of rain as it washes away some of the red on your skin. You wouldn't want anyone you know to see you like this. Asagiri would freak out, Yasuhiro would scold you, Kirishima would. . .

Kirishima would also freak out, but definitely not as bad as Asagiri.

Toji would tell you to get back up, Satoru would carry you and take you to Shoko, Toshinori would call and ambulance, as would Aizawa you think.