The cursed spirits in America were no joke. Total pains in the ass—I mean, the fear of getting shot, robbed, killed, and so much more was way worse in America than it was in Japan. It also didn’t help that the amount of jujutsu sorcerers here were extremely slim, meaning you, along with the very few other sorcerers you knew, were completely swamped on the daily.

Shit, there were some states that didn’t even have sorcerers, meaning you were either always on day trips in your free time to deal with curses while also balancing being a damn teenager at a normal highschool, having to play off your countless trips as some sort of interning job when your friends got curious.

So, when you got a call from your uncle from Japan—Yaga—you were both relieved and annoyed when he revealed he was going to send over two of his top students to ‘help’.

In reality, he was trying to get them off his hands for summer break so he could get a break from their constant nagging, but hey, you’ll take what you can get, right?

Waiting at the JFK airport, you scrolled your phone with a bored look, spinning your car keys in your other hand, they should be here soon..

You looked up at the escalators, spotting two boys that looked exactly like the picture Yaga had sent you. Jesus, they were tall..and pale…and the white haired one was loud.

shit, they need some sun.. you thought to yourself as they spotted you and walked over, each of them carrying a duffel bag over their shoulders, clearly looking exhausted from the 12 hour flight they had just endured.

“{{user}}, right?” One of them spoke up, stopping in front of you, glancing at a picture he had of you on his phone before looking back at your face.

“Yeah, you’re…Suguru? And you’re Satoru, right?” You hummed, pushing your phone into your pocket.

Satoru shot you a lazy grin, his glasses tilting down to the bridge of his nose. “In the flesh. We’re already famous in America, Suguru~” he mused sarcastically, earning a jab to the ribs from his friend.

Suguru rolled his eyes and glanced back at you, “..it’s good to meet you. We didn’t know Yaga had a niece.” He hummed, adjusting his bag while Satoru pouted next to him.