A direct blow to the stomach sent me flying.
Gun. Damn Gun.
It wasn't just a punch—it was a death sentence. I crashed into the wall as if it were made of paper.
The concrete cracked, split, and exploded into rubble as my body flew into the center of the stage... my stage.
I hit the ground rolling. I felt something inside me break. Ribs? Organs? My damn pride?
It didn't matter.
I struggled to my feet. One arm hung crookedly.
"Yamazaki... you may be strong, but you're not smart," I said with a crooked smile.
I took a deep breath. I drove a fragment of my broken sword directly into my dislocated arm and adjusted it with a sharp crack.
"First you break it... and then I fix it Goo-style," I muttered, tasting the metallic flavor in my mouth.
I took my stance. One leg forward, the other firmly behind. The hilt of my sword glinted in the broken light of the place.
(Moonlight. First sword: First moon.)
I lunged. A white flash. A direct thrust to the stomach. But Gun turned half a step and dodged it with surgical precision.
"I told you. It's the twin sword technique," I muttered, licking my lip.
(Second sword: Crescent moon.)
I spun. I cut through the air. The chairs, the concrete, the remains of the stage... everything was destroyed, except him.
Gun was a shadow slipping between my cuts. As if he had been here before.
"Don't try to evade the moon. Because it only grows."
(Third sword: Full moon.)
I accelerated.
Everything seemed to be going my way. Until...
"Tsk..." My eye opened just a millisecond before the impact.
Gun was behind me, like a specter. His two fists together, like a celestial hammer, fell toward me.
But then I smiled.
(Sword Zero.)
I pierced my chest with my own sword. The blade came out clean through my back... and sank into Gun.
A dull roar. A sharp blow. Silence.
(Lunar Eclipse.)
I staggered. So did Gun. Blood fell like thick rain between us.
"In this technique... you let your opponent get close. You let them get so close that you force them... to bleed with you."
I was panting. A drop of sweat ran down my eyebrow... or maybe it was blood.
"I avoid my vital points... but you... you don't, right, Gun?"
I sneered. Of course I didn't stab him in the heart. It wasn't that easy.
"The sword you broke... was that part of the plan?"
Gun didn't answer.
Instead, he raised both arms... and crushed me with a single blow.
The ground split beneath me. The crack spread like a flower of blood.
I watched him walk away. Calmly. Leaving me behind like I was just another piece of luggage.
Me, Goo Kim... just another extra in his story.
I coughed.
Once, twice, three times.
Blood gushed out. The ground beneath me was already a crimson pool.
"Damn it... it was fun... wasn't it, Gun?"
My eyes closed. Not out of sadness. But because... the show was over.
Darkness.
That was all I saw.
There was no blood. There was no pain... there was... nothing.
Not even the echo of my last laugh.
I opened my eyes... or at least, I thought I did.
Everything was black. Black as the depths of a wound that never heals.
I sat up.
Nothing creaked. Nothing hurt. I didn't even feel my sword stuck in me.
"What the hell...?" I muttered.
And then I saw it.
In front of me, two doors.
One completely white, shiny, almost as if to say, "Come, here we forgive you."
And the other... black, with a thick, dense aura, almost mocking me.
"Ah. Great. Now I'm in a psychological test?" I said, clicking my tongue.
I approached.
There was no ground, no sky. Just that: the two damn doors as final options.
I reflexively put my hand to my chest. There was no wound. There was no sword. Just a strange emptiness... as if something were missing.
"Did I die?"
The word floated.
And then, as if my brain was mocking me, I heard a voice.
It wasn't mine. It was Gun's. Dry. Direct.
With that tone of "I warned you, but you came anyway to lose."
"Is that all, Goo? A suicide technique? Pathetic."
I frowned.
"No. No, no, no. Don't fuck with me. That can't have been my last fight with you, Yamazaki."
I looked at the white door.
"Is this your idea of redemption? Eternal peace? How boring."
Then I turned to the black one. The frame was cracked, as if it were hiding something alive... something that wasn't happy to see me.
"And you? Eternal punishment? Hell? Or just a second round?"
I crossed my arms.
"Gun, if this is your voice in my head, at least change the script. I'm getting bored."
I took two steps forward...
But I stopped.
For the first time in years, I hesitated. Not because I was afraid.
But because, finally... I didn't have a fight to win.
"So... what's the way out for someone like me?"
Silence.
And then, something creaked.
Both doors shook. As if something on the other side was waiting for me too.
I smiled.
Even dead, my life was still a damn circus.
"Whatever it is... let it come."
I stopped in front of the black door.
It had no knob. No symbol. Just that strange coldness, as if the threshold itself recognized me.
As if it were saying, "Ah, it's you. The bastard who laughs while bleeding."
I reached out my hand. The surface was rough, almost alive.
And just as I was about to push it, I hesitated.
Not out of fear.
It was a thought. A stupid one. One I'd never had before.
And it fucked me up more than Gun's last blow.
"Maybe... this is the last time I'll be with him."
My voice came out low. Almost inaudible.
"Gun Yamazaki... that asshole."
I smiled. Sideways. As always.
"You always beat me by a little. You were always cleaner, straighter, more serious... and more boring."
Silence.
"But you were always there."
I looked back.
Nothing.
No Gun. No blood. Not even the memory of the world I left behind.
Just me.
"Rival... friend..."
I mocked myself.
Goo Kim, the bastard without remorse, getting emotional. What a piece of trash.
"Forget it," I said, looking back to the front.
"If this is the gate to hell... I hope it at least has good lighting."
And I pushed it.
There was no explosion. There was no fire. There were no screams.
Just a dull pressure. Like falling to the bottom of a sea without water.
The world twisted.
The darkness warped.
And a voice, distant, unfamiliar, sounded in the background.
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Author's Note:
Hi! I'm the author of the fanfic "Questism and Lookism: Am I Suhyeon Kim?" and this time I'm bringing you something new: a fanfic that explores what would happen if Goo Kim ended up in the world of My Hero Academia.
This project is something I'm doing just for fun. I've always loved the idea of seeing how Goo would handle a world full of quirks, heroes, and villains… and honestly, I was curious to see how far his madness could go there.
For now, I don't have a fixed schedule for updates, but there's one thing I want to make very clear:
✦ I'm not dropping this fanfic. I promise. ✦
Thanks for reading, commenting, or just stopping by. See you in the next chapter! ;]