MHA: The Honoured One

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In high-pressure situations, instinct often takes over, guiding actions before conscious thought can catch up.

When faced with danger, uncertainty, or adversity, hesitation can be costly, but relying on training, experience, and natural reflexes can mean the difference between success and failure.

The mind and body, when conditioned properly, will respond to challenges without the need for overanalysis, whether it's reacting to an opponent's strike, making a split-second decision in an emergency, or finding the best way forward in chaos.

Even when fear or doubt creeps in, pushing forward and doing what you can, no matter how small, keeps the momentum on your side.

In those moments, survival and success hinge not on perfection but on action.

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The years have blurred into each other for the most part. Currently, Gojo was fifteen years of age, the last nine years spent with his uncle, training, and school.

He was a head taller compared to most of his peers his age, with a lean frame.

Most people, whether at school or the shops he frequented, tended to recognize him by his snow-white hair, usually slightly messy, with strands falling over his sky-blue eyes, while either wearing stylish, small, round black glasses and a confident smirk plastered on his face.

He was confident and slightly arrogant, a lot of it due to him being at the top of his school across most subjects.

And the fact that he's gotten a handle on what he calls "Infinity".

Its the move he creates that seems to stop things from reaching him.

Although he's not exactly sure how it works, he has a lot of theories beyond just being a force field, especially since he unlocked another ability a few months ago.

Currently, he was waiting for the class to end and for the announcement that school was over for the day.

He may be good at most subjects, but he never really had a thing for political history, always about old leaders and traditions. He truly disliked it.

He had gained a bit of popularity, among both female and male students alike, although he didn't really care about it.

A bit of friendly flirting here, a few comments there.

RING!

The PA system turned on, and a voice came from the small box mounted on the wall.

"Announcement before the end of the day..."

At that point, it was pointless to attempt to listen to it. Everyone was excited to leave, people packing away their things quickly, chatter growing louder.

"I wonder what I should get for dinner tonight," Gojo said to himself as he packed away his book and pen.

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Gojo was walking down the hall to the exit, his bag slung over his shoulder.

He fixed his high-collared jacket, stuck his hand in his pocket to get his phone as he walked through the doors, his eyes looking over his phone, scrolling through notifications.

After leaving the school grounds, he began his walk home.

A few minutes passed, and he came to a convenience store along the way.

"Hm... knowing Uncle Lucky, he'll probably want something meaty for tonight," he said before entering the store.

He greeted the keeper and started making his way to the back to the freezers.

"Hm... Lamb or beef? Which would be better? I have enough for only one." He stood there, mumbling to himself as he looked back and forth between the beef and lamb chops.

After taking his time to decide, he headed back to the teller with pork chops, his other hand already digging into his pocket to pull out the lunch money he had saved at school.

In front of him in the line, a little girl was nagging her mother for a chocolate bar while the mother, clearly exhausted, ignored her pleas.

The little girl pouted, looking upset, before Gojo handed her a chocolate bar and put his finger on his lips as he smirked.

"Shh... don't tell anyone," he whispered playfully to her as he bent down, still having to lean over a bit to get to her level before straightening up.

The child giggled quietly and walked out of the store with her mother, hiding the chocolate in her pocket.

A few minutes later, after having paid for the pork and extra for the chocolate bar, he had a white plastic bag in one hand, his phone in the other, as he was on a call with his uncle.

"Yes, yes, I know, I know. I got some pork."

"Well, last time you didn't like the beef. Acted like a picky baby.. damn grown ass."

He said before he ended the call, chuckling at the end.

BANG!

Gunshot.

He snapped his head up, trying to locate where it came from.

People were screaming and running past him.

He ran the opposite way, trying to see what caused the situation.

Three police cars. Five officers with their weapons drawn.

A few meters in front of them stood a lean, average-height male in rugged and torn clothing, his hands steaming.

Next to him was the exact same little girl he had helped in the store, the mother on the ground next to them, either unconscious... or worse.

Some people, like him, stood around to watch the scene unfold.

"Let. The. Little. Girl. Go. And get on your knees with your hands behind your head," one officer said, slowly emphasizing the first part before saying the rest.

"As if I would do that. What makes you think I would? Like, after the first four times, you'd think you'd know I wouldn't listen," the man retorted back in a sarcastic manner as he held the girl in one arm.

"I'm going to blow this woman's brains out, and then this little girl. And what will you do? You can't shoot me, otherwise, you'll kill her," the man started laughing, the police officers looking at each other, hoping some hero would show up.

Just then, a new voice entered the conversation as he stepped away from the crowd.

"Heyy there. I mean, being a villain and all, but what does killing two people really do? I mean, come on."

The man and the officers looked as this tall, white-haired, blue-eyed boy started talking, slowly walking onto the scene.

"Sir! This is a direct order from the law enfo-" before the officer could finish his sentence, the man with the girl spoke.

"Oh, shut up. You guys can't do shit. At least this random kid has balls of steel to come here. And to answer you, kid, it's because I can, so why shouldn't I?"

Gojo stood there, confused.

'Like, out of all the possible reasonings you could have had, thats the best one you chose?'

He thought to himself before speaking.

"Hey, I mean... why a little girl then? Why not the grown woman? Instead, you take the child, like, that's not a good look, man."

Gojo shrugged as he moved his right hand behind his back.

"Well, what about it? This is a hostage situation. I could have an old grandma as a hostage for all the shits I give," the man replied.

"But I mean... even professionals would have standards. Like... a little girl? Come on."

Gojo said in a disapproving tone, clicking his tongue.

"I... well... I swear to God, I'll blow your fucking head off first," he said as he threw the girl down on the ground and lifted his arm, directing his palm at Gojo.

"My quirk lets me use my arms as shotguns by-"

He paused before speaking again

"why am I explaining this to begin with to a dead kid. "

Right as he finished his sentence, a loud bang, a flash from the man's arm.

As the man laughed, knowing he had killed the boy, he was stunned. Instead of a dead body riddled with holes, dropping to the ground, all the bullets froze in front of him as if they had hit an invisible barrier.

It was an interesting sight indeed, this boy standing there, looking all calm, with bullets just frozen in mid-air in front of him.

Gojo lifted his arm and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

'Shit. This is too much concentration... I nearly lost control of this,' he thought.

Suddenly, he pulled his right hand from behind his back, forming a finger gun.

His pinky and ring finger curled inward, middle and index fingers extended, and thumb sticking up.

What was strange was the red orb glowing at his fingertips, draining red energy from thin air.

As the bullets dropped to the ground, the villain panicked and raised his arm to shoot again, although it seemed it was on cooldown.

"My turn," Gojo said.

"Wait, that's not fai-" The villain screamed, but it was too late.

The red orb shot forward, striking the villain's head. He was flung backward, just as the police officers fired their weapons. The villain collapsed onto his side, blood pooling beneath him as he lay defeated.

Gojo stepped in front of the girl, checking to see if she was alright. The officers approached as well. A medic jogged toward the mother, while two police officers pulled Gojo away from the girl. Another officer went to check on her instead.

"Kid, do you have any idea how reckless that was? You broke the law by using your Quirk in public! Do you know how much trouble you're-"

"He handled the situation better than you. Barely even got out of your car. If anything, you should be thanking him."

A tired voice interrupted.

The officer turned to see the Pro Hero Eraser Head standing behind her.

He wore his signature black high-collared jumpsuit, a gray utility belt, and his reinforced capture weapon, a long scarf wrapped around his shoulders. His unkempt black hair was slightly messy as he adjusted his goggles.

"Pro Hero Eraser Head, this boy interrupted official police business, used his Quirk in a public setting, and could have gotten himself killed-"

"And yet, if it weren't for him, there would be a dead mother and daughter right now because you couldn't handle the situation and had to call for Pro Hero assistance."

Eraser Head's voice was calm but firm.

"If he hadn't interfered, and I had only arrived now, their blood would be on your hands. He used his Quirk in self-defense, so technically, what he did wasn't illegal, to a certain degree."

He paused, glancing at the officer's badge.

"Officer Sakura. I'll take it from here."

With that, he stepped ahead of her, and she reluctantly walked back to her colleagues.

Eraser Head turned to Gojo.

"So, kid. What the hell was that? Trying to be a hero? Show off?" he asked, eyeing him through his goggles.

"The kid was in danger. That's all I care about," Gojo replied, locking eyes with the Pro Hero.

Eraser Head stared at him for a moment.

"… I'll give you credit. You deescalated the situation. Good job, blah blah, whatever other words of gratitude," he muttered, turning away.

"Oh, and you'll still have to go to the police station. Most likely get a fine for this. I helped as much as I could."

With that, the Pro Hero walked away, leaving Gojo standing there, cameras flashing as people took pictures of him.

He exhaled, slumping forward.

"The audacity to fine someone who stopped a crime… Uncle's going to kill me for this," he mumbled to himself.

Meanwhile, Eraser Head pulled out his phone.

"Uh-huh, Nezu… found an interesting kid. You'll probably see it on the news."

Before the person on the other end could respond, he hung up.

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