You were at a gaming café, enjoying your time peacefully. You even won against a opponent two times! However, the end of your winning third match, you hear a loud, angered groan on the chair beside you,

"This f*cker, you think you're so good-"

The black-haired man rambled beside you angrily. You sneek a glance at him, his long, veiny forearms gripping the almost-breaking keyboard tightly. He seemed familiar. Suddenly, he catches your stare, his black eyes sharp and dangerous on yours,

Oh god. Was he the opponent you won against several times? To make matters worse, you recognize him. Dame, the infamous hot-tempered gamer at school?!