manga spoilers

Yagi Toshinori watched the green haired boy walk away after saving his friend and shook his head. While the boy's actions were heroic, he was just too reckless. He walked in the opposite direction, thinking about a time he could meet the candidate Sir Nighteye put forward. Izuku Midoriya goes home and decides that, even if he can't be hero himself, he can still help them with his analysis. Cue Izuku catching the attention of multiple heroes who are a little more open-minded and willing to see the potential in a quirkless kid. This fic has a discord.

Satoru Gojo had been killed more than once in his short life... but his death at the age of twenty-nine was widely considered to be the most permanent one yet. Over a year has passed since the fight against Sukuna and Gojo has returned, but at a great personal cost. Without his techniques and even fewer allies, Gojo struggles to understand what's left when he's no longer the most powerful sorcerer of the age. Utahime Iori fell for Gojo once before and she already learned her lesson, but circumstances have pushed her back into the path of the man she's tried hard to forget, challenging her resolve and awakening old feelings she vowed to extinguish. What does it mean to be strong? To be vulnerable? And if forced to choose between love and power, what will win out?

‘Luffy’ shook their head in response. ”That's not my name. I’m Nika, it's nice to meet you.” Nami took several sizable steps backwards, eyeing the stranger with a mix of confusion, apprehension and intrigue. “N-Nika?” “Mhm! And I’m a God!” Nami short circuited. “AND YOU’RE A WHAT!?????” Now that their captain is sharing his singular braincell with an ancient god, things go about as you'd expect for the Strawhats. Just who is this mysterious entity that is now possessing Luffy from time to time, and what just happened in his past to make him this way?

”I... I don’t get it, Sukuna.” He then leaned away just a bit more and used his sleeve to wipe away the few stray tears. Sukuna smirked, showing a sliver of his teeth. ”What, how I did it? Frankly speaking, brat, I don’t think you would understand even if I explained it.” When in doubt; act vaguely mean. Just don’t overdo it. ”Heh, I probably wouldn’t, yeah.” The teen once again turned to look at Sukuna’s face. The weird intensity of his stare honestly freaked the curse out a bit, though of course only on the inside. ”But no, what I don’t get is,” Yuji paused for a moment, almost as if thinking of not saying what he planned on saying. Then, his face grew determined, and he began again. "What I don’t get is why you pretend to be evil.” Sukuna’s smirk faded completely as he froze, for but a fraction of a second, thinking What? Or; Sukuna does something undeniably kind. Yuji goes looking for answers.