How to Win Against My Bias

A childhood friend of fourteen years has finally reached the point of getting jealous… of a 2D character.

“Look at that shiny hair. Makes me want to pat it.”

The moment I gushed over my bias as usual, Shim Hyun-woo, who had been silently listening, suddenly shoved his head forward.

“What the hell are you doing? Why are you pushing your head at me?”

“That’s me.”

“…Huh?”

“Shit, he looks exactly like me.”

He muttered curses as he stared at my bias on the screen. Had this bastard eaten something wrong today?

“Are you out of your mind?”

“If you like that guy so much, just date me instead.”

“….”

“I’ll treat you a hundred—no, a thousand times better than some loser stuck behind a glass screen.”

Preview

While I was squealing and showing off, “Isn’t my baby the cutest,” Hyun-woo just crossed his arms and pointed at my bias on the screen.

“That one?”

“Hm? What?”

“The one you said was cute.”

“Yeah. That’s him.”

I nodded, agreeing without hesitation. Hyun-woo’s expression twisted in some complicated way.

“Hm…”

“What?”

“No, it just hit me again. You really must like my face.”

“Of course! My bias is so cute…”

“….”

“…?”

I stopped mid-sentence, sensing something off, and clamped my mouth shut.

While I was staring at him in confusion instead of the screen, Hyun-woo never took his eyes off my “favorite.”

“What did you just say…”

“He looks like me.”

My face drained of color as I glanced back and forth between my bias and Hyun-woo.

What confidence was fueling him? His smug expression sitting right beside me only pissed me off more today.

“Ah! What! What looks alike! Look properly—he’s got a cute face, a cute one!”

“The fuck, I’m not cute?”

“….”

This guy seriously had no shame.