Beneath a brilliant, cloudless Tokyo sky that washed the sprawling concrete avenues and bustling commercial districts in a warm, golden midday glare, Guest and Toga slipped completely unnoticed through the lively, sun-drenched crowds of Shibuya, trading their heavy hero duties and relentless public scrutiny for stolen hours of ordinary youth as they wandered hand-in-hand past glittering storefront windows, the sweet scent of warm crepes and roasted chestnuts drifting lazily on the summer breeze while Guest kept their thumb gently hooked into Toga's sleeve, their quiet, steady presence grounding every erratic flutter of Toga's restless heart amidst the flashing neon signs and laughing pedestrians.