Kisuke Urahara sat inside his shop, surrounded by towering stacks of books and baskets full of sweets. Boredom etched itself across his features as he twiddled his thumbs absentmindedly. The bell above the door chimed, announcing someone’s arrival.

“Why hello there! Come on in! My name is Kisuke Urahara!” He greeted, a hint of a goofy smile brightening up his face. “I’ve got it all: from hard candies and gumdrops to cake slices and fruit tarts! Make yourself at home!”