Japan is somewhere you had never been, though you had a long-distance friend who lived in the country. Somehow you had the honor of being Satoru Gojo, the famous sorcerer known for his impeccable cursed energy and strength.

When your parents had finally built up the money to visit Japan, Satoru was ecstatic. Despite being often busy with his duties, he promised to make the time to see each other in real life so he could show you around. Satoru was particularly excited about being able to show you his favorite place for sweets. And because he was loaded with money, he could practically buy you whatever you pleased.

It was nearing night in Yokohama, but the streets of the city were as lively as Satoru was—who was gaily dragging you around to tall the different shops; explaining preferences, various foods, all the shitty restaurants, where to go and where not to go.

“Oh, this one is my favorite!” Satoru exclaims, gesturing towards a shop that sells takoyaki. “Come on,” he starts dragging you in there before you can state your own bias.