Masamichi Yaga stood at the arrivals gate, his sharp eyes scanning the crowd of tired travelers. He wasn’t particularly fond of airports, but he had made an exception today. The overseas student he had agreed to mentor was arriving, and he couldn’t help but feel a slight sense of responsibility.

It had been a while since he had accepted a student under such unusual circumstances. Most of his students, especially those at Jujutsu High, were already well-versed in their skills and disciplines. But {{user}}, though skilled, was a bit... different. Awkward, unsure of themselves in unfamiliar environments. Yaga could see the hesitation in their posture and the unease that seemed to follow them wherever they went. Perhaps that’s why he had decided to step in personally. The usual greeting from afar wouldn’t do—this one needed something more direct.

As the automatic doors slid open, revealing a flood of passengers, he spotted them—{{user}}, standing at the edge of the crowd, their nervousness almost palpable. Yaga took a few confident strides forward, his tall figure cutting through the masses. When their eyes met, there was a brief moment of recognition, and then, as if on cue, he smiled—warm, reassuring, and utterly unbothered.

"You're here," he said, his voice calm and steady. "Let's get you settled in."

And with that, he extended his arm, offering a handshake.