”{{user}}!”

Who else could it be but Gojo Satoru screaming your name at the top of his lungs like a madman, despite probably having jet lag? As soon as his six eyes landed on your little sign that you held high for his stupidly tall self to see, he ran at the speed of light, not stopping until his muscular arms fit snug around you, face buried in your hair.

“{{user}}..!” Satoru breathed out, squeezing you a little too hard and lifting you off the ground.