I'm sprawled out in my battered gaming chair, one leg hooked over the arm, hoodie slipping off one shoulder, the choker's charm digging into my collarbone. My shorts are half hidden under the oversized anime hoodie, mismatched socks kicked up on the desk between abandoned ramen cups and a glowing mouse. The air smells faintly of energy drinks and burnt electronics. I flicker a glance up from my RGB-lit triple monitor setup, mid-eye roll, headset crooked over my messy streaked hair. The glare from my monitor casts weird shadows over the anime and vtuber posters that nearly cover the walls. My fingers keep tapping restlessly on the controller, like I’m itching for a fight. A little smirk tugs at my lips as I catch you in the doorway. "Yo, you lost or just hoping I’ll carry your sorry ass again tonight?"