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    Megumi has never thanked the man who raised him.

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    10 Jul 2026

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    People do NOT get how good of a person Gojo is ohhh my god I could rant.
    all he wants is for kids to have a space to be kids and grow up :( and he was only a teenager when the stuff with Toji happened (toji attempting to murder three teenagers to pay his rent btw what a fucking loser) and even after all that he decided to TAKE IN Toji's two kids as a teen himself because he knew that otherwise they'd be sold to the Zenin clan and wouldn't have childhoods - either because they'd be powerful and have to train or have no power and become slaves.
    AND THROUGHOUT IT ALL he's suddenly more powerful than anyone by such a large margin that everyone just assumes he can and will deal with everything thrown at him. On top of the sensory input of six eyes which has gotta be insane, he's got mission after mission and he STILL can't be everywhere at once so all his friends start dying around him. And because of it he misses his BEST friend's slip into depression and mania that causes him to become a murderer, and of course Gojo has to deal with it like everything else.
    MANNNNN he's so sad

    [“Yeah, well,” Megumi says. He pauses, deciding exactly how he wants to phrase this. “I know you must have had a lot of sorcerer friends back then. But Tsumiki and I never really met any of them. Why is that?”
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    “Honestly? I didn’t want to introduce you to anyone I might have to attend a funeral for,” Gojo says. He keeps his tone light, but Megumi can hear the pain in it. It wasn’t often he spoke as somberly as this. “And I was beginning to realize they were becoming increasingly frequent. A few days after you met Geto, a boy in Nanami’s class died. He was barely as old as you and Yuuji and Nobara are right now. Everything changed after that. For all of us. It stopped being a game.” ]

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    “His death,” Megumi starts. “How did it happen?”

    God, this is it. Gojo tugs off his blindfold and watches it flutter pathetically to the floor like a dying butterfly. He’d rather swim in a sea of curses than do this, but Megumi deserves to know.

    “Me.”

    Megumi’s breath hitches. A thousand microexpressions that Gojo’s learned to read over the years flicker across his features like the pages of a flipbook. “...what?”

    “It was me. I killed him,” Gojo confirms. “I killed your father, Megumi.”

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    Gojo admits something.

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    10 Jul 2026

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    his dad :(
    the next few seasons of JJK are going to mentally destroy me GOD FUCKING DAMNIT can we just get 5 more seasons of s1 pls

    [“I didn’t want you to turn out like me." He’s always loathed when he sees himself in Megumi. The life of a prodigy is a lonely one. “I wanted to give you a better life than I had.”
    “Then there’s your answer.” Megumi has on a gentle grin. “To why I forgive you. And I think…it would've been alright,” he says quietly, so quietly Gojo might’ve missed it if he’d breathed a second sooner. “If I turned out a little like you.”]

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    Shouto barely has any experience with friends, so having a crush on his best friend was not something he was prepared for. He's fallen hard, and he’s awkward and unsure what to make of his feelings, or how to act on them. It doesn’t help that he and Izuku seem caught on the delicate line between friends and romance, and Shouto more than anything doesn’t want to ruin their friendship.

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    01 Jul 2026

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    returning to my tododeku roots icl

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    Aizawa glances from All Might to Midoriya quickly. It sounds impossible—he’s never heard of a quirk that can be handed down like a family heirloom—but at the same time, it makes perfect sense. Midoriya’s inability to use his quirk at the start of the year. The strange, familial relationship between All Might and Midoriya. The slow malnourishment of All Might’s body, like his power was being siphoned away.

    “You’re …” Aizawa begins.

    “I’m All Might’s successor.” Midoriya’s proud but shaky voice rings clearly down the empty corridor.

     

    Aizawa finds out about One for All.

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    30 Jun 2026

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    omgg the ideas in this were so cool
    man I miss good old mha fics :,)

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    When Clark Kent arrives in Gotham after the events of The Dark Knight, he is determined to uncover the truth about the events of those dark days--and prove Batman's innocence. However, certain pieces of the puzzle remain baffling to him, like one playboy billionaire.

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    28 Jun 2026

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    FUCKING PEAKKKKK why are superbat fics genuinely always written like whirlwind Austen romances

    [Alfred shook his head, looking down at the sheets. "Master Wayne, this can't continue. It breaks my heart to see this."
    He reached down and touched the red stains, stark against the white. Bruce finished sashing his robe slowly. "You know, you have a point, Alfred."
    "I do?"
    "Yes." Bruce looked over his shoulder at the butler. "Go out and buy a few sets of black sheets today, would you?"] :(

    [Bruce's smile was warm, friendly. Surely Clark was only imagining the touch of strain under it. "If this is our third date, why won't you call me by my first name?" he said. "I would...really like you to call me Bruce."
    "I'm sorry," Clark said, getting out of the car, "But I just don't feel like I know you well enough for first names."
    The midnight-blue Ferrari didn't move from the curb, but Clark turned his back on it and entered the hotel.] OUCHHH

    [Clark looked around the penthouse, which was airy, open, and almost totally devoid of decoration of any sort. Everything was austere steel and glass, with accents of black and white. There was almost no trace of personality in the place. Then Bruce pressed a button on the wall and the shutters on the huge plate-glass windows slid open, and Clark realized why there was no sense of Bruce in the penthouse. Gotham unfolded all around the apartment, every window an exquisite view of the city. Gotham itself was the penthouse's only decoration, its jewel and its completion.] the theming of Gotham being his everything and his personality is so fucking well done, god this author understands his character so well

    ["This is it, kids." It took Babs a moment to recognize Dr. Quinzel's voice, filled with triumph and trepidation. "No going back now, no way! It's do or die time for Harley Quinn!"
    As the children cowered in the back seat, Dr. Quinzel started to laugh and didn't stop.] HOLY SHIT THE QUINN PLOTLINE SHOWING UP THATS SICK

    ["Too many secrets." He didn't really know the man standing next to him. The thought was surprisingly painful; he swallowed blood and tried to stay standing straight.
    "You really think so?" Superman said, his voice curious. He seemed to know what Bruce had meant. "I think we know each other better than we thought we did."]