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Nezu's office in all truth reflected his mind. Refined, precise, and somehow quietly unsettling as the midday sun shined through the broad, towering windows.
Every piece of furniture seemed deliberately placed, aligned with near obsessive precision.
Stacks of research papers stood in exacting order beside a steaming teapot, delicious aroma of herbal aroma curling upward.
Shelves crammed with books, case files, and curious little contraptions hinted at experiments and schemes only Nezu himself could fully comprehend, each item a show of his calculating intellect.
The air in Nezu's office was deceptively calm almost unnervingly so tinged with the faint aroma of brewed tea and aged paper. Yet beneath that air of stillness lay a taut tension, the kind that made every measured breath feel significant.
Even with the quad sprawling far below out the window and the heavy door sealed shut, the room seemed alive with scrutiny, each person's presence carrying a weight of intellect and suspicion.
Words were not spoken lightly here in this moment. Every phrase, every glance, was considered with near surgical precision as the three discussed dangerous assumptions that would lead to worse trouble in the future.
All Might sat in his weakened form, dressed in a neatly pressed gray suit, the careful politeness with which he lifted his tea cup belying the latent power within him.
Across from him, Aizawa reclined in his chair with his signature nonchalance, one arm draped lazily over the backrest, eyes with clearly showing dark circles around them yet he donned a serious expression
Sat atop his tall desk, Principal Nezu surveyed them both with the scrutiny of a scholar peering over a puzzle only half solved. His small frame, exuded a quiet authority, the kind that commanded attention without a single raised voice.
Aizawa was the first to break the silence. Ready to begin this small secret meeting, his voice low, steady, and clinical. "So far, Gojo's revealed quirks are Red, Blue, Infinity, and Purple." Each word carried the weight of observation.
Nezu lowered his head slightly, eyes narrowing in thought. "All spatial manipulation variants. From a purely scientific perspective, that aligns… at least superficially." He tapped his tablet, pulling up a series of clips showcasing Gojo's abilities, swiping through them with deliberate precision.
"Blue functions as a black hole, concentrating space into a singularity. Red, the theoretical counterpart, a white hole, expelling matter and energy. Purple…" He paused, a faint trace of curiosity in his gaze as he thoight bck to Hojos explanation. "…long story short, it erases. Infinity is the division of space itself, a manipulation of distance at its core."
Aizawa leaned forward slightly, his sharp eyes tracking each motion as if analyzing the patterns in Nezu's demonstration.
When Nezu paused, Aizawa's gaze darkened, narrowed with the faintest edge of disbelief. "And yet," he said, almost under his breath, "We must also account for his intelligence. His physical strength. His regeneration. And… his eyes. That ability to see quirk energy directly."
The words hung in the room like a blade suspended, slicing through the calm with implications that were impossible to ignore.
Aizawa leaned forward, the faint lines of concern sharpening on his small, precise features. "We can account for the first two, years of rigorous training, disciplined study. That is understandable.
But regeneration? And the ability to perceive quirk energy directly… what possible connection could those have to spatial manipulation?"
All Might's shoulders slumped slightly, his face shadowed with thought as he set down his cup with a soft clink. "I would be lying if I said I haven't been thinking along the same lines," he admitted, his voice quiet, reflective. "Even Midoriya and Momo brought it up during his fight with Todoroki, the class noticed the irregularities too."
The room fell into a brief, contemplative silence, each man absorbing the weight of words the other had implied.
Nezu's gaze sharpened, settling fully on the two men. With a slow, deliberate movement, he pushed the tablet aside, as if clearing the surface to focus entirely on the situation at hand. "I believe I understand the direction your thoughts are taking," he said, voice measured, precise.
A heavy silence filled the room, thick enough to press against the ears.
All Might finally broke it, his tone quieter now, weighed with concern. "His father… Ryomen. The quirks he possessed were an unusual assortment, far beyond what would align with his original quirk, at least according to Kamizono's records. Meaning…"
Aizawa's dark eyes met his, unblinking. The words slipped with the inevitability of deduction. "Meaning Gojo might possess more than one quirk."
All Might's shoulders tensed, his face shadowed with grim understanding. "And if that is truly the case… there is only one individual we are sure of whos known to be able to do such a thing..."
The implication lingered between them, sharp and undeniable, the weight of history and danger pressing into the quiet room like an invisible hand.
Nezu set the tablet down with a muted click, the sound swallowed immediately by the heavy silence in the room. "I've considered it," he admitted, exhaling slowly, his small frame leaning back as if the weight of his own thoughts pressed against him.
All Might's voice dropped to a near whisper, fragile yet charged with gravity. "All For One… still alive. Still active."
The words seemed to thicken the air, drawing it tight with unspoken dread. The room itself felt smaller, darker, as though the walls had absorbed the weight of possibility.
"And Ryomen going rogue… right during the USJ incident?" Aizawa's tone was almost amused as he scoffed, "Too convenient."
Nezu folded his hands, the sharp lines of his posture emphasizing his suspicion. "I suspected something was off about that timing. And Gojo…" His eyes, dark and calculating, flicked toward the others. "He's powerful, yes but he is not careless."
The implication hung in the room like a storm cloud, heavy and imminent, as each of them considered the possibilities, what lines had been crossed, and what was yet to come.
Nezu's small face tightened, his whiskers twitching with unease. "So you're suggesting," he said deliberately, voice measured but laced with apprehension, "that Satoru Gojo, one of my students, may have contact with All For One… or, in the worst case scenario—"
"A spy," Aizawa finished his sentence for him. His words blunt and unflinching. Nezu flinched slightly at the confirmation. "A possibility," Aizawa continued, his tone precise. "Not a certainty. But far from impossible."
All Might inhaled sharply, the sound echoing in the stillness of the office. "Then I believe Aizawa and I should confront him," he said carefully. "If he is a spy, detaining him could be dangerous. And if he isn't… we cannot simply ignore the warning signs."
Aizawa nodded his head, expression unchanging, calm yet resolute. "I would like to speak to him first," he said. "All Might will accompany me, in case things go south. It is only right that I take responsibility as his homeroom teacher."
Nezu turned fully to face them, his small frame still exuding the quiet weight of authority. He hummed thoughtfully, then fixed them with a piercing look. "And if something does happen… could you two defeat him?"
All Might suddenly rose from his seat, the air around him shimmering as his body expanded into his iconic muscular form, steam curling in the wake of his transformation.
A low, confident laugh rumbled from him, not arrogance, but the assuredness of a man who had faced impossibilities and prevailed.
"It would be difficult," he admitted, voice steady despite the display of power. "His intelligence, his mastery of quirks… it will complicate matters." He turned his gaze to Aizawa, eyes sharp beneath the heavy brow. "But together? Aizawa and I? No… we could take him down easily."
Aizawa rose as well, his movements calm but precise. His eyes turned briefly to a crimson colour as he lightly tightened his grip on his capture scarf, the tension in his posture radiating controlled lethality. He gave a single, measured nod, signaling readiness without a word.
Nezu closed his eyes, the lines of his small face tightening as he drew in a measured breath. "While I am fully aware of your capabilities," he said softly, "I will not pretend that it would be easy.
Even so, I have faith in you both. And should the need arise, I already have a contingency prepared, a plan that will give us an advantage. It will be ready shortly."
He opened his eyes, letting his gaze sweep over the two heroes before him.
All Might, the Symbol of Peace, and Aizawa, Eraser Head, whose very presence radiated lethal efficiency. "But," he added quietly, almost to himself, "let us pray we never have to put it into action."
There was a pause, heavy with unspoken weight. The combination of these two alone could likely overpower ninety nine percent of threats, perhaps even more an overkill almost unmatched in human history.
Yet Nezu knew that if Satoru Gojo truly were a spy, and one who sought to instigate conflict, caution would not be optional.
In situations like these, it was always better to be safe than regretful. It wasn't wrong of then to question Gojos abilities.
But little did they know, this would cause chaos worse than they could imagine as they were unknowingly playing into the Demon Kings hands.
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There. And yes I did split the two chapters up, it would have been around 4k if I didn't.