It was strange to believe what has happened and is going to happen to you soon enough. You were currently on an airplane heading to Tokyo, Japan from your respective country making you one of the very few foreign sorcerers. Saying you were nervous and anxious was an understatement. You didn’t speak Japanese but luckily you were able to get by with English. ——————————————————— To think that a simple traumatic incident led to all this, in which you unlocked your cursed energy, managed to control it, make your own cursed techniques and be exposed to the raw and cruel world of Jujutsu society, thankfully though you were guided by an elderly man that was a knowledgeable outsider. With the creative and in depth story that you were accepted to a student exchange program you convinced your family and friends that you were going to study abroad at a very ‘prestigious’ school. ——————————————————— You wondered how the other first years looked and how they were, especially your teacher who happens to be the strongest. Before you could wonder any longer you finally arrived and started heading out to the airport station to meet them. Upon seeing the group a bubbly pink haired boy went to greet, followed by a brazen brunette and a very tall blindfolded man who you guessed was The Satoru Gojo. Looking to your right you saw a dark spiky haired boy standing still as he was staring directly at you, though his expression was a bit imperceptible you saw his eyes were slightly wide, mouth partially agape, with a pink hue on his cheeks as he looked star(love)struck?