MHA; Gojo Vs Sukuna

**Chapter Two: The Divide**

The moment the blue interface vanished, Gojo Satoru didn't hesitate. He strode toward the door, his white hair catching the faint glow of the moonlight streaming through the windows. His steps were confident, almost casual, as if the surreal situation was nothing more than an interesting detour in his day. The door opened with a soft click, revealing a hallway bathed in warm, golden light.

The corridor was nothing short of opulent. Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, their prisms casting rainbows across the walls. The floor was polished marble, so pristine it reflected his every step. The air was filled with the faint scent of jasmine, mingling with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafting from somewhere nearby. Gojo's blue eyes widened as he took it all in.

"What the…?" he muttered under his breath, a smirk tugging at his lips.

He walked further, his footsteps echoing softly. The hallway opened into a grand lobby, and his breath hitched. The space was massive, with towering ceilings adorned with intricate frescoes. A fountain stood at the center, its water shimmering under the soft glow of the chandeliers. People moved about—men in tailored suits, women in elegant dresses—their laughter and chatter filling the air. Waiters in crisp uniforms carried trays of champagne and hors d'oeuvres, their movements precise and practiced.

Gojo's smirk widened. "A five-star hotel? Seriously?"

He approached the fountain, running a hand through his hair as he took in the absurdity of it all. The people around him seemed real, their conversations mundane yet lively. A couple nearby was discussing a business deal, their voices tinged with excitement. Another group was laughing over a shared joke, their glasses clinking in a toast.

Gojo leaned against the fountain, his mind racing. "Alright, system," he said under his breath. "If this is my playground, I'm not complaining. But what's the catch?"

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Meanwhile, in a starkly different reality, Sukuna stood in the dim, decaying hallway, his hand still resting on the splintered doorframe. The red interface had disappeared, leaving him alone with the stench of mildew and the faint sound of dripping water. He ran a hand through his messy brown hair, his expression a mix of annoyance and disbelief.

"This place reeks," he muttered, his voice low and gruff. "How am I supposed to start a game in a dump like this?"

He pushed the wooden door open, and it creaked ominously before collapsing with a loud crash. The sound echoed through the hallway, sending a swarm of cockroaches skittering across the floor. Sukuna's nose wrinkled in disgust as he stepped over the fallen door, his brown eyes scanning the dimly lit corridor.

The walls were lined with peeling wallpaper, its pattern long faded. The floorboards groaned under his weight, their surfaces warped and cracked. The air was thick with the scent of alcohol and smoke, each breath a reminder of the squalor around him. Sukuna's lips curled into a sneer as he walked, his hands shoved into the pockets of his plain gray shirt. His black jeans were frayed at the knees, a testament to the wear and tear of this wretched place.

As he moved deeper into the hallway, the sounds of shouting reached his ears. A man and a woman were arguing behind one of the doors, their voices sharp and venomous. Sukuna paused, his eyes narrowing. Another door creaked open, and the smell of cheap liquor wafted out, mingling with the acrid stench of cigarette smoke.

"What kind of hellhole is this?" he muttered, his voice dripping with disdain.

Before he could take another step, he felt a small hand tug at the hem of his jeans. He looked down to see a little girl, no older than six, clutching a stuffed bear. Her blue hair was tangled, and her wide, tear-filled eyes stared up at him. Bruises marred her pale skin, and her clothes were worn and dirty.

"Onii-chan," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I can't take it anymore. My parents… they're always fighting. Please… help me."

Sukuna's eyes widened for a moment, his usual cold demeanor faltering. He crouched down to her level, his hand resting on her head. "Hey, hey," he said, his voice softer than usual. "Am I really your brother?"

The girl shook her head. "No… but you smile at me every day. So… I think of you as one."

Sukuna's expression shifted, a flicker of something unreadable crossing his face. He straightened up, his lips curling into a faint smile. "Can you sit here and cover your ears? I'll be back soon."

The girl nodded, clutching her bear tightly as she closed her eyes and covered her ears. Sukuna turned toward the door where the shouting was coming from, his expression darkening. He pushed it open, revealing a scene of chaos.

The room was small and cluttered, the air thick with the smell of alcohol and sweat. A heavyset man in a stained shirt stood in the center, his face red with anger. A woman with disheveled hair and a torn dress was yelling back at him, her voice shrill and desperate.

"What the hell do you want, kid?!" the man snarled, his eyes bloodshot. "You lost or something?"

Sukuna stepped inside, his hands still in his pockets. His voice was calm, almost icy. "Your negativity is the reason everything's falling apart. Poisonous words and emotions hurt more than any blade. You didn't have a child just to torment her emotionally, did you?"

The woman glared at him. "This is none of your business!"

The man took a swing at Sukuna, but the boy dodged effortlessly. In one swift motion, Sukuna grabbed the man's arm and twisted it, sending him crashing to the floor. The woman screamed as Sukuna delivered a brutal kick to the man's face, blood splattering across the floor.

"You think I'm some goody-two-shoes here to give you advice?" Sukuna said, his voice dripping with malice. He knelt beside the man, his smile cold and terrifying. "I'm not here to save anyone. I'm here to make sure you understand the consequences of your actions."

The woman tried to intervene, but Sukuna backhanded her without even looking, sending her sprawling to the ground. She stared up at him, blood trickling from her nose. "Who… what are you? This isn't about our daughter… no one would help a child like this…"

Sukuna tilted his head, his brown eyes glinting with something dark. "Weak," he muttered, looking at his hand. "I meant to send her flying into the wall with that hit. Why am I so weak right now?"

He stood up, brushing off his jeans as if nothing had happened. The man lay unconscious on the floor, his face a bloody mess. Sukuna glanced at the woman, his expression unreadable. "I've left him alive so you can take care of that girl. If I come back and find her hurt again, I'll cut both your heads off."

The woman nodded frantically, her voice trembling. "I-I promise… I'll protect her with my life."

Sukuna walked out of the room, his hands back in his pockets. In the hallway, the little girl was still sitting with her eyes closed and ears covered. He crouched down in front of her, his smile returning.

"Don't go back into that room for at least an hour, okay?" he said, his voice surprisingly gentle.

The girl nodded, her tears drying as she clutched her bear. Sukuna stood up and walked away, his figure disappearing into the shadows of the decaying hallway.

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Two boys. Two worlds. And a system that had only just begun to reveal its twisted design.

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