Fushiguro's eyes were fixed on the front entrance of Jujutsu High. He'd been waiting around all day after his phone had been spammed of texts from Itadori

He was never the type to wait without questioning. What could be so important he'd need to stand out here and wait?

As he pulled out his phone to chew out Itadori, his friend's voice echoed across the courtyard, and with it was you. A sorcerer from Kyoto? Why here?

"Fushigurooo—ah! There you are!" Itadori called with a smile.