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

42. Claws of Calamity

"Gojo," Aizawa-sensei called, his tone as monotonous as ever.

I turned with a lopsided grin, adjusting my blindfold for dramatic effect. "Sensei! To what do I owe the honour of being graced with your attention? Did you finally decide I’m the best?"

Aizawa sighed, rubbing his temples. "You’ll be training with the teachers for a few hours every day starting tomorrow. Try not to make it insufferable."

I gasped, feigning offence. "Insufferable? Me? I’m a delight! Besides, this is great news. I’ve been holding back so much, Sensei. I was worried I’d start losing my touch."

"Then prove it," he said, deadpan. "Tomorrow at six. Don’t be late."

I gave him a lazy salute. "You got it, boss. Bright and early. Well, maybe just early. I don’t promise brightness."

Aizawa walked away, muttering something about regretting every life choice that led to this moment. I grinned to myself. Training with the teachers? This was going to be fun.

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The next morning, I strolled onto the training grounds with my usual flair, spinning a pair of sunglasses in my hand. "Good morning, Sensei! Did you miss me?"

Aizawa raised an eyebrow. "You’re late."

I checked my watch dramatically. "By thirty seconds. Don’t be so uptight; it’s bad for your health."

Present Mic laughed, clapping me on the back. "This one’s got spirit! Are you ready for a challenge, kid?"

"Challenge?" I smirked, slipping the sunglasses on over my blindfold. "Oh, please. I’ll try not to make you all look bad, but no promises."

Midnight leaned against a nearby wall, her gaze amused. "Confident, aren’t you? Let’s see how long that lasts."

"I’ll make it entertaining," I replied, striking a playful pose. "I aim to please."

Aizawa rolled his eyes. "Enough. Focus. Let’s see if you can back up all that talk."

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The training session was intense, but I couldn’t resist adding my flair to everything. When Midnight’s reflex drills had me darting through an obstacle course, I commented on how much it reminded me of dodgeball as a kid—except with fewer bruises. Ectoplasm created his tons of clones, which I took out in seconds by ultimate void. Vlad King helped me with blood manipulation

Present Mic’s sound-based challenges had me yelling, "Turn it up, DJ Sensei!" Every time I stumbled, much to his amusement.

But it was Aizawa’s combat drills where I truly shone. I dodged his scarf with ease, throwing in cheeky remarks. "You’re fast, Sensei, but I’m faster. Wanna borrow my blindfold? Might even the playing field."

It was obvious that practising with Midoriya,  Bakugo, and Todoroki would have been more effective. But let it be. The teachers took a quick break, giving me just enough time to stretch out my arms and crack my knuckles. When we resumed, I was itching for more action. The session had been fun so far, but it wasn’t enough to really get my adrenaline pumping. I glanced at All Might in the distance, observing silently. I hope he’s still got it, I thought with a smirk.

"Alright, Gojo," Aizawa-sensei called, his tone sharp and direct. "We’re starting again. Focus."

"Ready when you are," I replied, stepping into position. My confidence never wavered as I lunged forward, aiming a punch directly at him.

But then—something felt wrong.

A strange blue glow radiated from me, faint at first but growing brighter with every passing second.