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Sometime in the 23rd century, Musutafu, Japan.
Yuuji feels like he got hit by a bus.
Which is weird, because he'd usually be able to walk off that kind of thing.
The sensation reminds him of how he felt waking up after Sukuna ripped his heart out.
His entire body has this bone deep ache, his joints throb and his is his head is pounding like he has a concussion– which, he might. At least the ringing in his ears is fading. He doesn't dare open his eyes, afraid of making his headache worse, but the sounds of his surroundings are slowly coming into focus.
He's somewhere crowded. He can't make out any of the conversation around him, there's so many people and their voices are all overlapping.
Where is he though? He was doing something, something imporant. He was–
Sukuna.
He snaps his eyes open with a yelp and he's assaulted with bright, searing light, but he powers through it. He was fighting Sukuna with Todo, and Okkotsu in sensei's body…
Still squinting as his eyes adjust he jumps to his feet, stumbling slightly as the movement pulls at his wounds. he raises his fists up in a defensive position. He doesn't know how long he was out for, the battle could've tipped in either direction in his absence. He needs to be prepared for anything.
He blinks rappidly a few times, glancing around as he finally processes his surroundings.
Yuuji is no longer in the ruins of Shinjuku, instead in the middle of a densly populated street in some city he doesn't recognize. There are people all around him, a decently sized crowd surrounding him. Some of them even with their phones out. He finally catches some snippets of conversation, something about a 'villain attack' and 'heros', he doesn't pay it any mind.
Then, he finally notices the people. Many of them look normal, but just as many have something off or just outright unnatrual about their appearences. Animalistic features like ears or a tail, antennae, skin all shades of the rainbow, more than two eyes, or arms and it just goes on.
Sure there are some sorcerers whose Cursed Techniques effect their appearences, but not to this extent.
And they're not anything like Panda-senpai either, nor are they actual curses. For one, they have no Cursed Energy, and curses have very distinct, very grotesque appearences.
Wait– these people have no Cursed Energy.
Even if they're all non-sorcerers, they should have at least a little. Unless these people are all somehow like Maki-senpai, they should have Cursed energy.
His breaths begin to come in short, harsh gasps.
One of the people in the crowd, a woman of above average height with four eyes and six arms, reminiscent of a spider approaches him. She leans down, tucking a strand of inky black hair behind her ear and extends a hand from her uppermost arm. "Are you okay? I'm sure whatever Villain attacked you is long gone, but we can call a Hero if you need help."
He has absolutely no fucking idea what that means. At least it was in Japanese so he knows he hasn't somehow travelled to another country while unconscious, which is reassuring but the four, ruby red eyes and extra arms remind him eerily of Sukuna and he recoils almost violently.
The woman frowns, titling her head. Yuuji takes another hesitent step back, then another. He glances around again, there are still people crowded around him with their phones out like he's something to be gawked at. Like this is some kind of specator sport. The bridge of his nose wrinkles as he frowns before looking back at the Spider Lady.
"Do–" He takes a moment to swallow, voice hoarse from screaming during his fight. He tries again. "Do you know where I am?"
She squints at him, like she's not sure if he's being serious or not. "You're in Musutafu."
His brows knit together, he licks his lips nervously. "And where is that?"
Now Spider Lady is looking at him like there might be something wrong with him–well, more wrong than the being covered in drying blood and cuts. "Shizuoka," she says hesitently.
Oh thank God, a real location.
"Thank you." He says, bowing slightly because while these people might look all wrong, Yuuji's grandfather didn't raise him to be impolite.
All these people recording and watching him is starting to make his skin crawl. It's probably time to leave.
When the crowd doesn't immediately part for him, he starts shoving past people.
"Wait!" Spider Lady calls after him, but she's too late, he's alrready halfway down the street.
He slows once he's a few blocks away and the crowd is out of sight.
He's in a less crowded area now, though there are still lots of people walking past him on the sidewalk. Maybe a few do a double take at his condition, but most of them pay him no mind, all busy in their own litttle worlds.
He passes an electronic billboard that features a tall, extremely buff man in red and blue spandex flexing. It looks to be advertising a superhero movie.
Latest installment in the All Might cinematic universe.
Coming Fall, 2219.
2219, As in the 23rd century.
What the fuck.
He ducks into an alleyway and slumps against the grimey brick wall. Yuuji takes a deep breath in and counts to ten before exhaling. He runs a hand through his hair and winces when dried blood flakes off his fingers.
Okay, time to assess his situation. He is in a city he's never heard of, the people look strange and unnatrual, there is no Cursed Engergy anywhere and worst of all, he is seemingly in the future.
Could a curse have done this? Was it Sukuna? No, Cursed Techniques could get pretty crazy but he's never heard of one that could do something like this, and Sukuna may be strong but he's not all powerful. He has no clue how this is possible. It shouldn't be, but his current situation proves otherwise.
Impulsivley, he throws his head back, slamming it against the wall. He sees stars as the impact seems to rattle his brain in his skull.
"Fuck." He hisses as his head throbs. He rakes his fingers through his hair again and this time he tugs, hard. "FUCK!" He yells. He doesn't have time for this, whatever this is. Some kind of grand joke played on him by the universe maybe. Okkotsu and Todo could be dead right now. For all he knows Sukuna has won and this is what the afterlife is like.
Yuuji's eyes prick as frustrated tears well up and he slides down the wall, pulling his knees to his chest.
He punches his fist into the ground next to him and the concrete cracks. "Fuck," he chokes out.
His lungs constrict as sob claws its way out of his throat. He gasps for air and another strangled sounding sob falls from his lips.
His vision blurs with tears and his nose is stinging.
Yuuji's shoulders shake and he rocks back and forth as he cries and his already sore throat burns. Snot and tears run down his face and wow, he's full on wailing now. It's a terrible, ugly sound and he feels bad for anyone walking by that might hear him.
It's pathetic, he's pathetic. But wherever, whenever Yuuji is, he is well and truly alone. So he buries his face in his filthy, bloody, trembling hands and allows himself this moment of weakness.
He can figure out his next move later, so for now he lets himself get lost in the frustration, the confusion and the pure, spine-chilling terror for what could've happened to his friends left alone to fight Sukuna without him.
They're going to die, and it will be your fault.
About an hour later on the other side of the city, Shouta gets an email.
When he opens it, there's an attatchmentt. It's a video.
The footage is shaky, probably taken on someone's phone. It opens with a young woman with blue skin posing in front of an Uwabami billboard while speaking to the cameraperson excitedly, likely her friend.
Then, in the corner of the frame, a boy with pink hair appears out of thin air in the middle of the crosswalk. The focus of shifts from the blue woman to the boy. He's in rough shape, covered in cuts and drying blood. He lays still on the asphalt, unconcious for a few moments before his eyes shoot open and he jumps to his feet. He looks disoriented, likely still in fight or flight from whatever happned to him. The new angle reveals the large scars marring his young face. He looks like he's about the same age as Shouta's students.
He's approached by a woman in the crowd and they talk for a moment before he thanks her, turns heel and takes off down the street.
Shouta's guess is it's a teleportation quirk. Kid probably got caught up in a villain attack and jumped to safety.
Detective Tsukauchi, the sender, also came to this conclusion. Only, when he looked for the kid in the quirk registry, no one with a matching description came up. Which is weird because teleportation quirks are rare. So in theory, the kid should actually be pretty easy to find.
Hence the subject of the email: Unregistered teleportation quirk.
Tsukauchi then goes on to ask for Shouta's help in finding the kid, starting with his last known location.
Shouta shuts off his computer and stretches in his seat. The sound of his spine popping is almost obscenely loud in the empty U.A staff breakroom. He sighs. No rest for the wicked and all that.
Time to get to work.
After getting his shit together, Yuuji lists his objectives. It's something Fushigro had him start doing to help him focus on missions.
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Get new clothes and clean up.
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Learn more about the 23rd century.
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Figure out food and shelter.
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Learn how to get home (if it's even possible- which he doesn't want to think about).
Yuuji handles number one by using Dismantle on the security cameras and locks of some novelty store and fumbling in the dark before grabbing a shirt, hoodie and pair of pants at random.
Next he wanders until he finds an Anytime Fitness and sneaks in to use the showers.
He stands there, under the spray of hot water watching rusty red go down the drain for a moment before he starts scrubbing. Blood peels off his skin and flakes out of his hair, running down his back and legs before making it to the drain. His skin is raw and red by the time the water runs clear.
He feels terrible about the stealing. He's not even sure why. It was clearly a chain store, it's not like he hurt anyone. Hell, he's probably done way more illeagal stuff under Gojo-sensei's instruction.
The water starts to run cold so he turns it off and gets out.
His uniform is beyond saving. Something in his chest aches at the thought of throwing it out but he knows he should. He rubs his thumb back and forth over the worn fabric of the red hood for a moment before he rips one of the buttons with the Jujutsu Tech swirl on it off. He pulls his neary destroyed wallet out of his uniform pants and opens it. He gently pulls a worn piece of folded paper out before discarding the wallet.
He unfolds it. It's a candid shot of Kugisaki and Fushiguro crouched down in front of of a row of Gachapon machines. Kugisaki exclaims as she holds up her prize while Fushiguro is still focused on the machine, waiting for it to spit out his capsule. Yuuji remembers the day it was taken vividly.
This was right before the Shibuya incident. They'd had a free day so Kugisaki had dragged them out to go shopping. Yuuji had seen a dislay of disposable cameras and insisted they get them, realizing he didn't have any pictures of his friends that weren't on his phone.
They'd stayed out until it got dark, wandering the streets of Harajuku. Kugisaki had started a game of them each taking pictures of each other caught unaware, whover had the best pictures won. Yuuji had lost, but he was fine with it. Kugisaki not so much. Turns out Fushiguro has a real eye for composition .
The edges of the photograph are faded from Yuuji touching it so much. In the period after Shibuya, when it was just him and Choso wandering the ruins of Tokyo, holding it had become a comfort.
He knows it was only a few months ago, but it feels like it's been a lifetime since he had to carry Kugisaki's shopping bags, or played with Fushiguro's rabbits.
He takes a deep breath and stuffs the button and photo in the pockets of his new pants.
Now clad in green cargo pants and a blue hoodie with MIRKO in bubbly yellow font on it, he works on two. Number three and four are still pending.
He knows, he could just look for an Internet Cafe, but he doesn't have any money. All his money after his grandfather died was in a savings account and what he spent was either Gojo-sensei's, or an allowence from the school. So instead, Yuuji asks around for where the nearest library is.
On the other side of the city, apparently, but thats not really an issue for him since he can just run there.
At full speed, it probably won't take him very long but he was told the library doesn't open until seven, so he starts out with a light jog.
About 20 minutes later he slows to a stop in front of the library. It just opened so he's the only one here other than the staff.
He goes up to the front desk and asks the young woman behind the counter for directions. She looks mostly normal, only odd things about her appearence being her pale, almost sickly looking green skin and her entirely white eyes, no pupil or iris just seemingly all slcera.
He's told the computers are on the third floor and takes the stairs.
Interestingly, the library computers look just like they do back home. Actually, for the 23rd century he'd expect a library to be full of holograms or something, not regular books.
He pulls out a chair at the desk in front of the first computer and sits down.
First thing Yuuji looks up is: WHY DO SOME PEOPLE LOOK LIKE ANIMALS. This brings up articles full of words and phrases he doesn't understand like, 'Heteromorph Rights Movement' and 'Quirk Discrimination'.
He alters his search: WHAT IS A QUIRK.
Twenty minutes later, he's learned that most of the population has actual fucking superpowers. That these powers first started appearing in the late 21st century with the first known 'quirk' being a glowing baby in a Chinese city he's never heard of in 2019.
Quirks can be almost anything and certain powers run in famlies, kind of like Cursed Techniques. Unlike Cursed Techniques, with which it's unusual but not impossible to have multiple techniques, quirks are limited to one per person.
Quirks are so common that entire new fields have popped up centering around them. Superhero is a legitimate occupation here, and those who use their quirks to commit crime are labled as villains.
It's like something out of a comic.
Next, he looks up what happened in Shibuya on October 31st, 2018. Nothing comes up. Apparantly the appearence of quirks was so chaotic most record of everything around that time period is spotty at best. So no way to know if he's just in the future, or if it's a parallel world situation.
Yuuji leans back in his seat and sighs, scrubbing a hand over his face before he continues down the rabbit hole.
He learns the reason technology isn't super advanced is because of quirks. That the mortality rate for super– pro-heros is staggeringly low compared to what he's used to with sorcerers. That they have entire schools dedicated to becoming a hero, kind of like Jujutsu Tech. That hero's have a ranking system that reminds him of sorcerer grades, only when he looks closer it seems more like a popularity contest. That there is currently no publicly documented occurrence of a true time-travel quirk, but that it's not impossible. And that only heros, cops and government officials have access to the quirk registry.
Yuuji knows where to start.
He either needs to find a hero willing to help him, or figure out how to get into a hero school.
There's issues with both of these ideas. A hero would be obligated to report back to the government– or in this case, Hero Public Safety Comission about his situation. Yuuji's not sure how comftorable he is with that, the memory of the sorcerers abducted during the culling games still too fresh in his mind.
So, he could try to act like he's always been here. He'd need papers, a birth certificate, ID, evidence of his existence and whatnot. But it could work if he finds someone that could forge them for him. He'd need a way to pay though, since he has no money…He'll workshop that one.
The top ranked hero school, U.A, seems to have the fastest track to students becoming interns and having access to the resources full fledged heros use.
He decides to continue looking into U.A and its application process. Their entrance exams are in Febuary and they're not a boarding school by requirement, but they do have dorms for students who live too far away to commute daily. So that would take care of his…homelessness issue.
Yuuji has about three months to catch up on all the information someone his age actually from here would be expected to know, and to find someone to forge documentation for him.
He runs a hand through his hair and gets up to stretch. He's been at it for at least four hours, it's probably the longest time he's ever sat still for. And there's still so much to cover. After his stretch break, he takes a deep breath and gets back to work.
Yuuji drags the man back by his shirt and slams him against the alley wall, leaning forward until their noses are almost touching.
"Where's Giran?!"
The poor guy looks terrified. Like, Yuuji almost feels bad about what he's doing, until he remembers he found this guy by stopping him from choking some woman to death with his tail.
By asking around in shadier parts of town, he got a name: Giran. He's apparently a lower rank villain, mostly an information broker, but he also provides things like illeagal gear and more importantly, forged documents, which is exactly what Yuuji needs. From there, he's been following other minor villains then catching them once their gaurds are down to see if they know Giran's whereabouts. So far, he's had no luck.
Maybe he shouldn't be terrorizing these people based on the apparently incorrect notion that all criminals know each other, but he's not really sure what else to do.
In the corner of his eye, he sees the guy's vaguely reptillian tail twitch. "You try anything and I'm taking that off. So unless you can regrow it, I wouldn't. Answer my question." Yuuji's lying of course, he'd never intentionally maim anyone unless he had to, but this guy doesn't know that and Yuuji has already demonstrated Dismantle for him.
"I– I don't know! He moves around a lot." That's not helpful.
Yuuji sighs and shakes his head to get his sweaty hair out of his eyes. He needs a haircut, but he has more imporant things to deal with right now. "Okay, well do you know his last known location?" Lizard guy's eyes dart to the side and Yuuji grunts, frustrated. "What are you–" He trails off as he glances behind himself reflexively.
A man is leaning against the other wall of the alleyway. He's a little taller than Yuuji, has gray hair, and is wearing a frankly hideous purple suit. There is an unlit cigarette in his hand. "I've heard you were looking for me?" He drawls as he lights his cigarette. He's missing one of his front teeth.
Yuuji drops Lizard Man, who books it as soon as he's let go, and spins around almost immediately. "You must be Giran, Right?" The man–Giran, nods. Yuuji grins. "Great! Because I need your help."
"You need papers."
"Yeah, I–" he pauses, smile falling, "how did you know?"
Giran takes a drag of his cigarette and exhales through his nose before replying. "When someone, who is not a hero, is beating up minor villains looking for me, I make it my buisness to know why. All my searches on who you are turned up empty, you don't legally exist."
Yuuji gnaws on his lower lip nervously. "So, can you help me?"
Giran tilts his head forward. "For a price." It's so cliche movie villain that Yuuji can't not be impressed a little.
"I don't have any money."
Giran gives him a once over. "Yeah, I could tell." Yuuji tries his best not to be offended by that. "That cutting quirk of yours, how does it work."
Yuuji's not really sure how that's relevant and he's not exactly eager to explain his technique to a complete stranger he's not fighting, but he does need Giran's help so he should try his best to avoid pissing him off.
After reading up on quirks and how they function, he'd practiced what to say.
"My quirk is a dual emitter-mutant type. I can collect c–energy to reinforce my body or send it out in slashes either at range or through physical contact." Yuuji recites.
Giran raises an eyebrow. "Whats the mutant part?"
"My blood is poisonous."
Giran claps his hands. "I want you to work for me."
Yuuji's brows furrow. "What? no, I'm trying to get into a he– High School."
Giran sighs, gesturing at Yuuji with his cigarette. "C'mon kid! You help me, I help you, y'know? If you do some favors for me, I'll work on those papers for ya. Hell, I'll even throw in a little cash, you clearly need it." He steps forward and extends his hand. "Well, whaddya say?"
Yuuji mulls it over for a moment. He's not really in any position to say no. He runs a hand through his hair before grasping Giran's hand and shaking it. "Okay, but this is a temporary arrangement. Once you get me those papers I'm done."
Giran rolls his eyes as he lets go of Yuuji' hand. "To each their own, I suppose. But I'm just sayin', kid, you'd make a great villain."
Yuuji's eye twitches a little at that and he decides not to grace it with a response. "What do you need my help with?"
Giran crosses his arms over his chest. "Security detail for when I'm with my clients. It'd just be for a few months and you won't need to do much, just stand around and look scary. Maybe flex your quirk every now and then. I mean, even for a kid you're more intimidating than a lot of the petty criminals out there who call themselves villains."
Yuuji raises a hand and runs the pad of his thumb over the scar tissue on the corner of his mouth absentmindedly. "Uh, I guess. So, guarding you is just all I'll be doing?" Giran nods.
This is how over the course of the next two months, Yuuji falls into a routine.
He wakes up after a night of restless sleep in the abandoned apartment he's been squatting in, apparently it had been in the blast zone of a villain attack and they hadn't had the money to repair the entire complex, but it hasn't been demolished yet. Making it the perfect place for him to hide out in. Then he scarfs down whatever cheap, instant meal he'd gotten at the konbini a few blocks away and heads to the library.
From there, he struggles to focus on studying for the entrance exam for a few hours until he gets a notification from Giran on his new burner phone.
Giran: Meet me here at 5.
Enclosed is a link to to an address. It's some bar on the edge of town.
Yuuji sighs. Giran really needs to stop doing buisness in bars, if he wants Yuuji to guard him. Then again most of these places are owned by villains, so it's not like they actually give a shit if he's underage.
He turns off his phone and tosses it to the side of the table. His knee bounces under the table as he picks back up where he left off on the mock U.A exam. This quirk science section is making Yuuji want to rip his hair out.
He he looks back over to where he has Quirk Science for Dummies open to the page about 'quirk factors'. If he's thinking about his techique like it's a quirk, then in theory his quirk factor would be in his brain, right? Yuuji remembers Ieiri-san once saying something about cursed techniques altering brain activity.
The more he works through the mock exam, the more he's reminded how little time he actually spent in the classroom at Jujutsu Tech. Luckily the written exam only makes up a portion of the results. He's confident about the practical exam, considering he probably has more actual field experience than any of the other kids taking it.
Yuuji continues like that for a few hours until he can't take it anymore. He feels like he's going to vibrate out of his skin if he doesnt get up and move. So he shuts the computer down and puts his book back before leaving.
He ends up just running laps around the area for about an hour, enjoying the pleasant burn in his muscles until he gets bored of running in circles. He heads to the gym to shower, sneaking in again since he can't get a membership without ID.
By the time Yuuji is done with that, it's about time for him to go meet up with Giran.
He starts his trek across town and arrives at the address he was sent shortly. It's a dingy little building in a bad part of town, but that's kind of what he was expecting considering it's owned by a villain.
He lets himself inside, and is pleasantly surprised. The inside is much nicer than he was expecting. It's clean, for one. There's a radio quietly playing some jazzy song he doesn't recognize.
A woman sitting on a stool at the bar glares at him as he enters. She has porcupine spikes for hair. "I think you might be lost, kid. Go home before your parents get worried."
"I'm not, actually. I'm here for Giran, so…" He explains awkwardly.
The woman scoffs and mutters something he doesn't catch and goes back to her drink.
He wanders further in, going towards the booths lining the right wall. He finds Giran sitting in the third one down. He is, noticeably, alone.
"Where's your client?" Yuuji asks.
"Late." Giran scoffs. He turns to face Yuuji. "You want a drink? It's on me."
Yuuji raises his hands and shakes his head. "Uh, I'm underage. Thank you, though."
Giran squints at him for a moment, like he's not sure why Yuuji would say no. Then he shrugs. "Suit yourself."
The door to the bar opens and Yuuji whips his head around. The man is tall, like Gojo-sensei tall, and he doesn't have any visible indication of a quirk. In fact, he looks completely average except for his bright teal hair.
"That your client?" Yuuji asks. Giran nods as the man approaches them.
He sits down across from Giran and they start talking shop. Yuuji always has to tune out this part, he still wants some plausible deniability. Still, he keeps an eye on the client to make sure nothing happens. He wouldn't be very good security if he didn't.
So far, since taking this job, there's only been a few incidents with Giran's clients.
One guy that came in for support gear tried to scam Giran. Big mistake. So Yuuji had to teach him a lesson. Nothing serious, Yuuji had made it very clear from the start that he wouldn't be killing or otherwise fatally injuring people for Giran. Insead, he'd used cleave to removed two of the guy's finger nails.
Yuuji wasn't happy about it, he wasn't proud of it. It had made him feel sick actually. Like, after he left he'd thrown up then pulled at his hair and cried.
Yuuji has never thought of himself as a violent person, but the more he thinks back on it, the more he realizes that was never true.
From the very first incident of breaking another kids arm in PE class to beating up bullies just because he could to everyone he's hurt as a sorcerer, no matter how justified.
It all made sense when he learned about his mother, about why he was so strong. He was born from violence and bred for it. He was never going to get to live peacefully. This was just him acting of his nature.
He'd still felt awful about it, but it got the message across. And he got in some practice using his technique on smaller targets with more precision
Once Giran is done, Yuuji starts to leave before he calls for Yuuji to stop.
"Hey kid, wait up I have something for you."
When Yuuji turns around, theres a manilla folder in Girans hands.
He slowly comes back and sits down across from Giran who slides the folder over across the table. When Yuuji opens it, the first paper is a birth certificate.
The first paper under the birth certificate is a quirk registration document. He looks back at Giran and grins. "Thank you so much!"
Giran waves im off lazily. "Of course. You upheld you end of the deal so I made sure to upold mine. Now get out of here, go do whatever it is people you're age do."
Yuuji thanks him again, stuffing the folder into his ratty secondhand backpack and slings it over his shoulders as he leaves.
He can either go back to his apartment, or back to the library.
He decides he's had enough of studying for the day, and heads in the direction of his apartment.
He's not even halfway there when some guy steps in directly in Yuuji's patch. He halts to a stop. The man looks tired, sporting that same perpetually exhausted look he's used to seeing on Ieiri-san or Okkotsu-senpai. His hair is an inky black falling around his shoulders and he's wearing an all black jumpsuit with a yelllow belt and a really weird, really ugly scarf.
Yuuji glances around. They're alone. "I gotta warn you, if you're going to try to mug me, I'll be forced to defend myself."
The man blinks. "What? no. I'm not trying to mug you– I'm a hero, and I need to ask you some questions." Yuuji squints at him, and the man sighs before reaching into his pocket which puts Yuuji on guard immediately. The guy must see this, because he says, "relax, I'm getting my license to show you."
He slowly takes his hand out of his pocket and lifts it so the little plastic card is visible. Yuuji leans forward to read the text next to the picture of the same, tired man.
Hero License
Name: Aizawa Shouta
Hero Name: Eraserhead
Yuuji can't help but snicker a little at that. He glances back up at 'Eraserhead' God, it's ridiculuous even in his head. "Eraserhead? Really?"
Eraserhead's eyebrow twitches but he nods. "Yes, really. Now, I need you to come with me to answer some questions."
Shit, just as he was done with Giran. Yuuji rocks up and down on his heels. "I make it a habit to not go places with strangers, unless I'm in trouble?"
"No, you're not in trouble. It's just following up on something. Were you a victim of a villain attack two months ago?"
Yuuji thinks of Sukuna. "Yes."
Eraserhead nods. "It's about that."
Yuuji debates going with him, eventually he decides fuck it. Why not? It'd be more suspicious if he tried to get out of it.
"Okay, I'll go with you, but I'd like to ad least know where we're going."
"To the police station, it's not far from here." They're walking now so it's too late to back out without practically screaming 'I have something to hide!'
"I thought you said I'm not in trouble." Yuuji says, eyeing Eraserhead suspiciously.
"I did, and you're not." He grunts.
"Okay, then why are we going to the police station?"
"Because this isn't a conversation I want to have in the middle of the street."
Fair enough.
They walk in silence for about 15 minutes before reaching their destination.
When they go inside Eraserhead tells the man behind the front desk to: "Go get Tsukauchi."
Yuuji stands in the entrance awkwardly for a moment before a plain looking man comes out. Like, he's really boring looking, the most normal person Yuuji's seen since arriving here, actually.
The man comes to a stop in front of them. "Hi, I'm Detective Tsukauchi, and I'd like to ask you a few questions about a villain attack you were involved in a few months ago." He extends his gloved hand for Yuuji to shake.
"Itadori Yuuji," he introduces himself as he takes it.
One he lets go of Yuuji's hand, he gestures towards the hallway, "if you'd come back to my office?"
Yuuji shrugs. "Okay." He doesn't want to be in trouble, but he is a little disapointed he's not getting to see the inside of an interrogation room.
They go back to the detecives office and he invites yuuji to take a seat across from him in front of the desk. Eraserhead, who hasn't said anything since they came in, looms ominously in the corner.
"So a few months ago, we found a video. It's of you, teleportiong to the middle of a crosswalk, injured, before running off. We tried looking for you in the quirk registry, but your teleportation doesn't seem to be registered. Is there a reason for that?"
Yuuji leans back in his seat and scratches his cheek, laughing a little sheepishly. "Oh, yeah. That's because I don't have a teleportation quirk."