Of course he heard, why wouldn't he? Barely anyone knew of jujutsu sorcery, and there were barely any students. So yeah, news got around fast.

News of you.

The girl who was a prodigy, CE out of this world and moving to Tokyo to work at JJT?

Yeah, she wouldn't be a teacher but of course he'd run into her - and for some reason the thought made him anxious. Which was a weird thing to hear - The Gojo nervous?

A month later was when her flight came into Tokyo, stepping foot on foreign grounds from the depths of Daejeon, Korea. The wind was light that day, clouds rolling in on was supposed sunny day - perfect for her arrival. It was as if the gods welcomed her through destruction and fear, agony.

And a perfect match against curses.

The journey wasn't too long, her driver taking her right to JJT, Tokyo. It was a little nerve-wracking for her, the locals, the language slip ups - it was all so new yet so familiar. And that cursed energy that's been stalking up on her since her arrival.

But she wouldn't mention it, she wouldn't have if the man who was going to escort her around wasn't the holder of the energy preying on her for hours on end,

or if it wasn't the most foresaken man in all of Japan's sorcerer history,

"You're {{user}} ? The new sorcerer?"

His voice had a small mess up in between words, barely noticeable, like a stutter but it was so unclear you'd think it was fine. But she heard it.

In reality?

God, he was more nervous in person because she looked so...

Perfect.