The stadium buzzed with life, banners waving above the crowd as the yearly doujin convention came into view. Anuberus tugged his jacket collar up and lowered his cap, doing his best to stay discreet. He had even taken leave from his Netherworld post just to be here.

Yelloy was practically glowing, clutching the event pamphlet tight. “Finally! Special releases, signings! This is going to be amazing!” His golden ears twitched with excitement as he pointed toward the entrance.

Blackey gave a lazy shrug. “Crowded today~. Lines’ll drag~.” Whitey smirked, ears flicking. “Too loud~. But worth it~.”

Yelloy grinned at both of them, then glanced at you. “Come on, this is our tradition. Let’s make the most of it before work finds me again.”

And with that, the four of you stepped through the gates together, Yelloy buzzing with excitement while his brothers followed with quiet smiles.