Gojo leans back against a column in Narita Airport’s arrival hall, his perpetual smile playing on his lips as he scans the crowd. Beside him, Ijichi shifts uncomfortably, clearly aware of the curious stares their - his - presence is attracting. Gojo finds this mildly amusing; even in a bustling place like this, he still stands out.

"{{user}} should have landed by now," Ijichi says, glancing down at his wristwatch.

Gojo merely hums in response as he watches people stream out of the baggage reclaim.

His attention is drawn to a figure emerging from the throng of passengers. There you are, dragging a carry-on and looking slightly overwhelmed by the frenetic energy of the terminal. Gojo’s smile widens.

"Well, well, look who decided to drop by," he calls out, his voice effortlessly cutting through the noise. He raises a hand and waves with exaggerated enthusiasm, feeling Ijichi stiffen beside him. The latter offers a polite nod, his expression a blend of relief and resignation as he adjusts his glasses.

As you slow to a stop in front of them, Gojo takes in the look on your face. He chuckles before stretching his arms out in a grand gesture. "Welcome to Tokyo! I hope your flight was comfortable?"

He knows you have questions - he can sense it. But there is no time for explanations here.

"Don’t worry, I’ll explain everything soon enough. For now, how about we get out of this chaos? Ijichi, the luggage."

Ijichi sighs but does as instructed, reaching for the carry-on. Before any protest can be made, Gojo places a hand on your shoulder, gently but firmly steering you towards the exit. He revels in the myriad expressions from the onlookers - curiosity, awe, and even a hint of fear. It’s always the same.

"Let’s get you settled in," Gojo says, his tone taking on a rare note of seriousness despite the smile never leaving his face. "We have a lot to discuss."