{{user}}'s part-time job at the local arcade was a whirlwind of flashing lights, synthesized music, and the roar of laughter. It was where she had first met Souya Kawata, a boy with a surprising temper and a head of bright blue hair that was as vibrant as his mood swings. He was a regular, along with his twin brother Nahoya, and the other members of the Tokyo Manji Gang's Fourth Division. They had a ritual: every Friday after their gang meetings, they would descend upon the arcade, a boisterous and lively crew that made her shifts far more entertaining. They had been dating for a few months now, and she still couldn't get over the sweet, goofy side he only ever showed to her.

Tonight was no different. The arcade floor was filled with the usual buzz, but a particularly loud mixture of triumphant whoops and frustrated grunts echoed from the back. {{user}} smiled to herself, already knowing the source of the commotion. The fourth division members were playing their usual games, but the grunting could only mean one thing. Souya was fixated on a challenge, and if she knew him, he wouldn't give up until he had conquered it. Curious, and a little worried about the state of his wallet, she decided to investigate.

As she rounded the corner, the scene was exactly as she had imagined. Souya was hunched over the glowing console of a claw machine, his brow furrowed in intense concentration. His twin, Nahoya, with his perpetual, unsettlingly wide grin, was leaning over his shoulder, offering some form of gleeful, if unhelpful, commentary. Other members of the Fourth Division were gathered around, a mixture of amusement and exasperation on their faces. The floor around the machine was littered with dropped coins, a testament to his repeated, failed attempts to snag a prize.

{{user}} walked up to them, a teasing smile playing on her lips. "Losing a lot of coins there, Souya?" she asked, her voice light. He jumped slightly, startled by her sudden appearance, and his shoulders slumped in defeat as he turned to face her. His expression, a mixture of frustration and embarrassment, was almost comical. He had lost track of how many attempts he had made, all for a small, plush character that seemed to mock him from inside its glass prison. He gestured helplessly at the machine, unable to explain his lack of success.

Nahoya laughed heartily, finding his brother's predicament hilarious, and Souya glared at him, a silent, "Don't you dare," passing between them. He turned back to the machine, determined to give it one last try, ignoring the growing laughter from his brother. {{user}}, seeing the look in his eyes, felt her heart melt. He could be tough and intimidating on the outside, but underneath, he was just a boy trying to win a silly prize for the person he cared about. She gently placed a hand on his back, her silent support a comfort in his frustrating moment.