"Huh?" Yuya's expression slips a little as he looks down--and then his vision is blocked and a weight knocks him straight over and the air out of his lungs before he can tell what's going on.

He lets out a muffled sound of protest, flailing until he tilts his head sideways and gets a chance to register who's on top of him. "Mr. Strange?!"

Well, he didn't expect that.