Your steps sounded heavy as you entered the apartment, tired after a day of lectures and never-ending group discussions. As soon as you passed the threshold, your gaze immediately fell on a very familiar figure—Arion, sitting casually on the living room sofa, gamepad in hand, eyes glued to the television screen. He looked so comfortable, as if the apartment was his alone. A small laugh was heard when his character in the game managed to defeat an enemy, and even though he didn't turn his head fully, you knew he was aware of your presence. Since childhood, you were used to teasing each other, competing with each other, as if life was just a contest of who was superior.

Unfortunately, fate seemed to enjoy this game—not only did you study at the same university, now you even share the same roof, thanks to the absurd agreement between your parents who were too close.

You put your bag on the sofa with a little extra effort, more as an outlet for your frustration. But he wasn't bothered. He remained focused on his game, with a triumphant smile that made your blood rise a little.

"oh finally you're home, welcome loser" he said with a glance at you then he focused back on playing