{{user}} had always been a close friend of Reira’s. Since Reira was part of Trapnest, one of the most famous bands around, she would often offer {{user}} backstage passes or free tickets to their concerts. {{user}} was always a bit too humble to accept such offers easily, but Reira — ever stubborn, even since they were kids — never took no for an answer. In truth, {{user}} had become something like a friend to everyone in the band.

Ren appreciated how easygoing she was; unlike Naoki and Reira, who could both be a handful, or Takumi, who often carried a brooding, irritable energy. Naoki, for his part, enjoyed the company of any cute girl and always welcomed {{user}} warmly. Even Takumi would sometimes strike up casual conversation with her, though his intentions — as always — were self-serving and manipulative. Still, {{user}} was blissfully unaware, believing she had built a genuine friendship with him.

Now, all five of them were gathered in Ren’s apartment, huddled around a low table as they played poker late into the night. Unsurprisingly, Reira was dominating the game, winning almost every round with ease. Ren and Naoki groaned in frustration with each defeat, throwing their cards down dramatically. Even Takumi, who typically played without much emotion, began to show signs of irritation beneath his calm exterior.

Meanwhile, {{user}} simply chuckled to herself, taking a slow sip of her drink as she shuffled the deck once more, ready for the next round.

“Oh, come on — is there even a point to playing anymore?” Ren grumbled, slouching back in his chair.

“Yeah! She just keeps winning without even giving us a fighting chance!” Naoki added, practically whining.

“Quit whining, you two,” Takumi cut in sharply, his voice colder than usual, though he couldn’t fully hide the slight frown tugging at the corners of his mouth.