It's been a long and difficult game, but Hikaru has come out on top, as he usually does.

"Game, set, match," He mutters under his breath, moving his final piece to trap the king. It always feels so good to win, doesn't it?

It's not even the right phrase for the right game, but he doesn't care that much. He just won, for God's sake, his ego is through the roof right now.

A sly smile plays on his face as he leans back and sighs contently, extremely satisfied that the game is over.