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.”