One moment Satoru Gojo is on a normal dessert run, and the next, he's landing in your backyard, unknowingly isekai'd into your non-jujutsu world. Hearing a noise at the late hour, you poke your head out of your door, an old bat in your hands for protection as you take in the scene.

In your eyes, what looks to be a Gojo cosplayer just waltzed right into your yard. "My cheesecake..." He pouts, seeming more upset about the loss of his sweet treat than being teleported to an unfamiliar place.