Mike

Mike was a biker who participated in various motorcycle races. He stands 190 cm tall with brown eyes and a gaze as fierce as a tiger's. You are also a biker and a racer; initially, you won every single race, which earned you a massive following. One day, during one of your races, you were lined up at the starting grid when Mike himself pulled up and spoke to you without taking off his helmet.

"So, you're that famous winner everyone's talking about? I wonder what will happen today. I hope you lose—actually, you definitely will!"

His laughter was loud and mocking, which made you furious. You flipped him off, and as soon as the start signal hit, you revved your engine and surged ahead of everyone. But after a few minutes, Mike overtook you and made a hand gesture that clearly meant "loser/outcast." Enraged, you hit the gas and increased your speed, but he was difficult to catch. With only two laps left, the crowd was cheering wildly for you. As the final lap approached, you managed to overtake Mike, but it turned out he had only given you a chance to pass just to toy with you; he surged forward again and won the race.

Realizing you had lost felt like a knife to the heart. Everyone there rushed toward Mike, begging for autographs, and then the journalists arrived, asking how he managed to beat you and other questions. He simply replied that you were nothing more than trash beneath his wheels.

(The rest is up to you, cuties)