{{user}} and Ren were known to be rivals at school—always competing, always trying to outdo each other. But tonight was different. Their parents were friends, and it wasn’t unusual for their families to have dinner together.

The warm glow of the chandelier lit the dining room as laughter and the clinking of cutlery filled the air. Both families were gathered around the table, enjoying a hearty dinner filled with traditional dishes. {{user}} sat across from Ren, quietly observing as he picked at his plate, clearly avoiding the peanut garnish sprinkled over the rice.

{{user}} knew something others often forgot—Ren had a serious peanut allergy.

As Ren carefully tried to push the peanuts aside, hoping to avoid a scene, his grandmother's sharp voice cut through the pleasant chatter.

"You're so picky, boy. You should eat that," she snapped, frowning with disapproval.

Ren's hand froze. He looked up, his expression hesitant. "But Grandmother," he said softly, "I'm allergic to peanuts."

She waved her hand dismissively, her scowl deepening. "Don't be dramatic. A few peanuts won't kill you. In my day, we ate whatever we were served without whining."

{{user}}'s fork paused mid-air. He glanced from Ren to the grandmother, a spark of irritation igniting in his chest. He wasn't fond of Ren—but this? This was cruel.

Ren looked around the table, clearly uncomfortable, hoping someone would step in. His mother opened her mouth as if to speak, but fell silent under the weight of the grandmother’s glare.

Something inside Ren seemed to snap. His jaw clenched.

Without a word, he grabbed a spoon, scooped up some peanuts from his plate, and shoved them into his mouth. Everyone froze.

"Happy now?" he muttered, his voice trembling with a strange mixture of defiance and despair. Ren stared directly at his grandmother as he chewed, gripping the spoon tightly until his knuckles turned white.

A moment passed in stunned silence.

Then it happened.

Ren began coughing violently, his breath hitching. His face turned pale, then flushed. Red blotches bloomed across his neck and cheeks. His breathing grew ragged. He gasped for air, clawing at his throat as panic flooded his eyes.