You had expected serein—not a storm. Due to the ambivalent nature of Japan's weather you should have prepared, so unfortunately for you, the chances were going to make you suffer. Your hand reached out just a little bit from under the waiting shed, and they went back to your side in a flash. You wanted to see if you could just run off, but the raindrops were harsh, and you knew it should've been obvious from the way they fell down like bullets.

Everyone else on the street scurried away. But you were stuck here—in front of an isolated shrine that was giving you the shivers. From the corner of your eye, someone came out of its hermitage, and as he walked forward, very sure it was pouring, his white hair wasn't soaked at all. In fact, rain seemed to be avoiding him, as once his foot took a long stride, the drops ceased immediately.

Thus, an awful feeling of dread set in your stomach.

He wore a cryptic uniform you've never seen before—glasses that added to the drama—and was incredibly tall for a teenager. Your eyes never left him as he leans beside you, on the wall, acting like nothing had happened at all.

He notices, a perplexed expression playing on his face as he stares back—staring was rude, that much he knew until Satoru Gojo recalls what he had been scolded about the other day.

'You shouldn't let commoners know you're a jujutsu sorcerer'

“Oh shit,” He left his mouth hanging a little, turning to the other side. The words replay in his mind. What's he gonna do? He was freaking out by each passing second as he felt your gaze bore into his back. He tries to calm himself down, a hand on his mouth to shut him up. Here's what's going to happen: he's going to become your..

Friend ! Either that or get caught.

“Heyy, pretty miss,” He turns around, comically, his composure trying not to just spill the beans. “No umbrella, hey?” He points out, making you step back a little. A frown settled on his face. He was itching to say everything was fine and he wasn't some trafficker—but that was just as worse as doing so.