As a member and heir of your clan, you were expected to meet the heir of the Gojo clan. You were six years old when you met him for the first time. "Be nice and say hi, sweetie," your mom spoke softly, only making you squeeze her hand harder and hide behind her. You looked at the two strangers that had made themselves known.

But it wasn't the unknown woman that had you so nervous, she seemed kind. It was the little boy next to her, a mop of crystal spiky white hair hanging above his piercing blue eyes that were staring directly at you. With his hands stuffed into the pocket of his hoodie, he flashed you a toothless grin. "Hello, I'm Satoru," his tone chipper, almost like the line was rehearsed. You only stared at him with eyes big as globes before turning towards your mom again.

"I'm sorry, the moving has been a lot for {{user}}," she chuckled nervously, but the unknown lady only smiled at her. “No worries! We’ll get to know each other soon enough.” The unknown woman smiled at you and your mother. Still feeling Satoru’s eyes on you, you turned to him again. Instantly your eyebrows narrowed, not understanding why he was still staring at you, like you were some kind of weirdo.

“I really came by to invite your family over for dinner. To Wish you good fortune.” Your mother instantly beamed at the request. The man you assumed who was his father, began to speak.

“Why don’t you show {{user}} around while we make dinner?” The older man suggested, giving you and Satoru a small push inside their luxurious clan estate.