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

34. School Festival

(I am going to remove the previous 9 users' power or main concept of One for All in my fanfic. So that Gojo can shine.)

I was sleeping peacefully… At that dream
crashed in.

I was shrouded in a thick black mist with blue highlights swirling around me. What was going on? Everything felt like a void—just endless darkness.

"Sensei!" A familiar voice called out. Yuji. But how could it be? "Gojo-sensei."

I wanted to respond, but no words would come out. I turned to see Yuji standing there, his face full of resolve.

"Sensei, we defeated Sukuna. Are you happy?" I nodded, though I could feel a pang in my chest.

"How could you be happy when they only saw you as a weapon?" he asked, and I shook my head in silent disagreement.

"Sensei, I may not be able to do much, but I’ll lend you my power—my cursed technique. It’s the only way I can show my gratitude." His words lingered as the dream faded, leaving me with a hollow ache. I hadn’t even been able to answer him.

(I realize Gojo may seem overpowered after this, but his cursed energy has lethal potential. It can easily kill anyone, making this power necessary. More reasons for this decision will unfold in upcoming chapters.)

And just like that, the dream faded. I woke with tears streaming down my face, a deep ache in my chest. It was really Yuji. What????

I went downstairs, blindfold forgotten. After that dream, there was no way I was getting back to sleep—I needed coffee.

As I was pouring myself a cup, Bakugo stormed in, his usual scowl plastered on his face. “What the hell are you doing up at 2 a.m., sunglasses?”

I raised an eyebrow, unbothered. “I could ask you the same thing.”

He scowled, his eyes flicking to mine. “Your eyes… shut them. They’re too bright.”

“How rude!” I stepped closer, not backing down. “I just forgot my blindfold.”

“Yeah, whatever. Give me some coffee too,” he muttered, crossing his arms.

Before I could respond, Todoroki appeared as if summoned from the shadows. “Uh, can I get some too?”

Bakugo glared at him. “Why don’t you make your own? She’s already making mine.”

“I could say the same to you,” Todoroki retorted, a hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

As the two began bickering, I handed Todoroki a cup. “Here, this one’s yours too.” His hand brushed against mine, lingering just a moment longer than necessary. I couldn’t tell if it was intentional, but it made my heart skip.

“Why can’t you sleep, Gojo?” Todoroki asked, breaking my thoughts.

“I don’t know…" I just felt uneasy,” I muttered, taking a sip of my coffee.

The three of us lingered in the quiet, chatting until our cups were empty.

“I’m sleepy. Good night, kids,” I said with a yawn, heading toward the stairs.

“Good night,” Todoroki and Bakugo said in unison. Bakugo’s eyes widened slightly, and I caught a flicker of something in his expression.

---

Bakugo’s POV:

“I’m sleepy. Good night, kids.” She said it casually, but it stopped me cold. Kids? What was that about? I was about to snap at her, but when I looked up, I noticed something in her eyes. It wasn’t annoyance. It was something different, something… happy? It's almost like she genuinely enjoyed saying it.