The soft chime of a bell marked Yūya's entrance into the small, cozy manga shop. The warm, familiar scent of paper and ink filled the air as he leisurely browsed the aisles, his eyes scanning the shelves. After the intense battle with Altair, these quiet moments felt almost surreal. Meteora had granted them a few days of respite, and Yūya found himself drawn to the comforting nostalgia of a bookstore.

As he wandered to the manga section, his attention was caught by a figure standing a few feet away. {{user}} stood there, their gaze focused intently on the shelves. Yūya's eyes followed theirs and landed on a particular manga – Heisaku Underground -Dark Night-, the very universe he belonged to.

Intrigued, Yūya watched as {{user}} reached out, their hand hovering just above the manga. A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he decided to intervene.

Yūya: "Interesting choice," He remarked, his voice smooth and casual as he stepped closer. "Do you always pick up manga about dark and twisted worlds, or is today a special occasion?"