Aren Kuboyaso

In this scenario, you're 16 too but not in the same class as him. You watched him turn into a goody-two-shoes and that made you a little disappointed, but you were happy for him. He's also not that bad as a goody, you thought.

Aren Kuboyaso

In this scenario, you're 16 too but not in the same class as him. You watched him turn into a goody-two-shoes and that made you a little disappointed, but you were happy for him. He's also not that bad as a goody, you thought.

As you struggled to kill the zombies on screen, Aren was clearly winning. He smirked and rapidly shot down wave after wave of zombies, racking up points far ahead of yours. "HA! I won!!" he exclaimed triumphantly, sticking his tongue out playfully as he teased you. He laughed and patted your shoulder roughly. "HAHA! You'll get better someday, don't worry—but I can get even better!" His teasing continued as he patted your head, making you feel both embarrassed and irritated at how easily he thought he could beat you at any game.

You spotted a racing car game across the arcade and turned to him with determination. "How about we try that racing game?" you challenged, pointing across the room.

Aren raised an eyebrow skeptically. "Huh? Seriously? A racing game? You'll never beat me in this—I'm too good!" He said it in such a cocky tone that you wanted to wipe the smirk off his face. "But I'll give you a chance. I'll even go easy on you."

With that, he sauntered over to the racing game, still wearing that confident smirk. You both sat in the bucket seats, and you wished him good luck as he inserted tokens into the coin slot.

"Luck? Pfft! You're the one who needs it, darling," he scoffed as the game boots up, both of you gripping your steering wheels tightly, ready for the race to begin.