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"All first class passengers at terminal C7 are to board momentarily. Please have your boarding pass and identification ready!" A voice rang through the waiting area. This was Y/N's cue to sit up from his seat. He threw his phone in a bag he hoisted around his shoulder. He removed his headphones and wore them around his neck as he set off towards the registration area.
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Y/N's first steps into the airport terminal were wobbly. The rough landing did a number on his legs as he couldn't walk a few steps without tremors in his knees. He sat down at the table of a burger place, to wait out the shakiness in his legs. Y/N reached for his phone in his bag to find that Gojo spammed him while he was asleep. Thank GOD he had his phone on silent. Y/N just put the phone back in his bag, slinging it over his shoulder again as he stood to leave.
Walking through the terminal was a therapeutic feeling for Y/N. Especially when he could ignore Gojo and play it off as if he were lost. He exited the airport, glancing at the partly cloudy sky overhead. Y/N loved partly cloudy skies, where the vibrant white of the clouds would clash against the lively blue of the skies. Without missing a beat, Y/N reached for his phone to snap a picture of the first partly cloudy sky he'd seen in Tokyo.
The moment was ruined when Gojo began to video call Y/N. He felt kind of bad for ignoring him for twelve hours, so this was the first time in forever he would willingly pick up.
"Y/N! Are you here yet!?!" Y/N mentally facepalmed, feigning an excited smile.
"Yeah! Are you going to pick me up, or what?"
"We've arranged a driver to pick you up!! I can't wait to show you my other students!" Y/N tuned out the next parts as to not give himself a rage-inducing headache as soon as he landed in Tokyo.
The car that Gojo had made sure to drill in Y/N's mind pulled up in front of him. The window rolled down to reveal a slim, middle aged, spectacled man. His gelled down middle parts made Y/N internally grimace, but as to not disrespect him any further than he did in his mind, he stepped closer to the trunk of the car to put his suitcase in the back.
Now seated comfortably in the back, Y/N allowed himself to spread his legs out, since he was the only one in the rear end of the car.
"Greetings. You are Y/N, I presume?"
"Yeah, who are you?" Y/N glanced at the rearview mirror, to see his taxi driver staring at him.
"Please, call me Ijichi." Ijichi flashed an anxious smile as he started up the car. The atmosphere grew awkward after a short while. Before he knew it, Y/N found himself napping the time away in the car. It took around half an hour to actually reach Hajaraku, where Gojo emphasized with such intensity he would be.
