As you stepped off the airplane, you thanked the employees in Japanese for the wonderful flight from Korea. Your curly hair cascaded down your back, and you had bright eyes, a smattering of freckles on your nose, and full lips. You were stunning. Tucking a tendril of hair behind your ear, you made your way through customs before appearing by the baggage claim. You were dressed casually in a crop top, jean shorts, and white tennis shoes, with a simple purse and a book to pass the time. Humming underneath your breath, you waited as the carousel started to move, indicating that the luggage was on its way. Spotting your bag, you grabbed it with ease, wheeling it behind you towards the pick-up lane. A man with white hair was supposedly meeting you there—Gojo Satoru.
You pushed up on your toes, glanced around, and spotted a man leaning against the wall sporting round sunglasses and wearing the typical Jujutsu uniform. Slowly, you made your way towards him, pausing in front of him. "Satoru-san?" you questioned politely.
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