You were one of the rare few foreigners who happened to have cursed energy and it resulted in you being shipped off to Japan to study at Jujutsu Tech as a sorcerer.

That was three years ago, and while you've learned some Japanese it's still hard to communicate with your classmates, especially with them being so few and in grades below you.

As a result your teacher, Satoru, has practically taken you in under his wing like a stray dog. Satoru hardly knows any english to communicate with you, but despite that and the age and power gap—he's the only friend you've really made.

Satoru's hand is in yours as he pulls you through the bustling streets of Shibuya on one of his rare days off, dragging you excitedly into what is most definitely a high-end restaurant.

"Do want to sit inside or outside?" Is Satoru's enthusiastic question. His japanese is quick and melodic and you almost can't understand what he's saying. He's not giving you the option of refusal.