Mha/Bnha x Female Gojo| I Alone Am The Honoured One

Gojo Akira

(It's not the real backstory. I just created it)

Akira was born into the prestigious Gojo Clan, one of the most powerful sorcerer families in the world. With her radiant white hair and striking blue eyes, Akira was a vision of elegance and strength. She was also a prodigy, inheriting the extremely rare combination of the Six Eyes and Limitless techniques—abilities that had not appeared together in 400 years. Her parents, Gojo Daichi and Gojo Hana, were incredibly proud, yet burdened with the responsibility of raising such an extraordinary child.

Her father, Daichi, was a man of firm principles and unyielding dedication. His training regimen was relentless, pushing Akira beyond her limits. But beneath his strict exterior, he loved her deeply, as much as his intense gaze would allow him to show. After an intense training session one day, he stood beside her as she caught her breath, a trace of warmth breaking through his serious demeanor.

"Akira," Daichi said, his voice stern but softening, "you have power like no other. It is both a gift and a curse. If you can master it, you’ll be unstoppable. But if you let it control you..." He trailed off, his gaze heavy with both fear and pride.

"I understand, Father," she replied, though her small hands trembled with exhaustion. "I won’t disappoint you."

Hana, her mother, was the opposite—a gentle, nurturing soul who would tend to Akira’s bruises after every brutal session. One evening, as she dabbed ointment on Akira’s scraped knees, she smiled softly, brushing Akira’s hair back.

"You remind me of a lotus, Akira," Hana murmured, her voice a gentle whisper. "No matter how deep the mud, you rise above, strong and pure."

Akira leaned into her mother’s comforting touch, the harshness of her father’s training fading with each stroke of Hana’s hand. "Will I always have to fight, Mother?"

Hana sighed, her gaze distant but filled with warmth. "You’ll have to protect those you love. But always remember, strength isn’t only about power. It’s also about kindness."

But fate had other plans. One dark day, the Gojo Clan was ambushed by two rival clans—the Kurogami Clan, masters of shadow curses, and the Onizuka Clan, known for their oni summoning techniques. The peaceful gardens of the Gojo estate transformed into a battlefield. Only seven years old, Akira was hidden away, forced to watch as her family fought and fell before her.

As her father faced down an Onizuka clan head, he turned back one last time to where Akira was hiding. With a rare softness, he whispered, "Akira... stay strong. Live, no matter what."

Her mother, bloodied but resolute, gave Akira a final, aching smile. "Remember, my lotus, you must rise... no matter how dark it gets."

In a moment of unimaginable pain, Akira’s cursed energy erupted uncontrollably. In a blinding surge of power, she unleashed a wave of destruction, annihilating everyone in her vicinity—friend and foe alike.

After the massacre, Shinchi Yaga, a powerful sorcerer and the father of Masamichi Yaga, found her among the ruins. He looked down at the small, trembling girl, his voice gentle but steady.

"Akira," he said, kneeling before her, "you've endured more than any child should. Come with me to Jujutsu High. I’ll help you understand this power."

Akira looked up, her once-bright blue eyes now shadowed with grief. “Will… will you train me, Master Yaga?”

Shinchi placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "I will. But remember, not all battles are won with strength alone. You must learn control, and maybe, you’ll find peace."

At Jujutsu High, Akira trained under Shinchi’s guidance, slowly regaining her sense of purpose. She also met Shoko Ieiri, a fellow student and healer, who became her closest friend. Shoko’s lighthearted nature brought comfort to Akira’s wounded spirit.

One day, after a particularly difficult training session, Shoko teased her, "Hey, Akira, you’re starting to look less like a warrior and more like an exhausted puppy. Want a break?"

Akira gave a rare, faint smile. "Maybe... just this once."

But when Akira turned twelve, Shinchi Yaga passed away, leaving her devastated once more. At his funeral, she encountered Suguru Geto, a young sorcerer with a kind smile and an understanding gaze.

Suguru noticed her standing alone, wrapped in silent grief. He approached her, his voice gentle. "It’s hard, isn’t it? Losing someone who believed in you."

Akira looked at him, surprised by his empathy. "I... I don’t know what to do anymore."

He offered her a comforting smile. "Then let’s figure it out together. Sometimes, just having someone by your side makes all the difference."

And from that day, Akira and Suguru forged a bond, finding solace in each other’s company amid the burdens they bore, shaping one another’s paths in ways neither could yet understand.