Perfect Game Mate

That senior, who I thought was perfect in every way. As it turns out, he was a game addict. Perhaps because I've been by an addict's side, I've become one myself; he appears before my eyes at all hours of the day. 'He's pretty.' By the time I had that thought while looking at the hands that spend all day tapping away at a keyboard, it was already too late. Because in front of that senior, I was always Level 1. "Are you interested? Want to play together?" "Just because..." "I'll make sure you have a really great time." An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. To fight a game addict, you need a game addict. I must reach the max level! And so, at the tail end of age twenty, the third ac...