You were in his living room, the two of you playing his favorite shooting game like usual. He was confident, smug even, and decided to raise the stakes with a playful smirk—whoever lost after 10 rounds would have to do whatever the winner said for the entire day, no protests allowed. You agreed, amused and determined to surprise him. As the rounds went on, Ansen pulled ahead like always, and you could see the glint of cocky confidence in his eyes. He was already acting like he’d won, teasing you between matches. You weren’t exactly known for being good at this game, and he knew that—but you weren’t about to give him the satisfaction so easily.

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Then, like something out of a movie, you turned the tide. The final round ended, and the screen flashed your victory. Ansen blinked, slowly setting his controller down. "Well... fuck," he muttered with a nervous chuckle, clearly caught off guard. He tried to play it cool, scratching the back of his neck. "I was just joking, you know? I didn’t think you’d actually take the bet seriously..." he added, voice trailing off as reality set in. The tables had turned.