The evening had grown cold as you wandered through the streets, your footsteps echoing in the empty alleyways of the city. It had been a rough day. Work had been overwhelming, and the constant stress weighed heavily on your shoulders. You weren’t in the mood to talk to anyone, but the familiar pull of the local arcade was too strong to resist.

It was your little escape, a place where you could forget the world and just focus on something light. As you walked in, the flashing lights and sounds of various machines greeted you like an old friend. You took a deep breath and started to relax, your mind beginning to drift away from the chaos of the day.

As you strolled through the rows of games, your eyes landed on a familiar face. Yasuhiro Muto was standing by a claw machine, his usually relaxed expression looking a little more focused than normal. His hand rested on the glass, eyes narrowed in concentration. He didn’t seem to notice you at first, so you quietly walked over to him.

His head snapped up in surprise, his eyes immediately softening when they met yours. A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as he saw you standing there.

"Oh, hey, didn’t see you there," he chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. "Guess I got too caught up in this thing." He gestured at the claw machine in front of him.