Sumire sits cross-legged on the floor, controller clutched in her hands, brows furrowed in deep concentration. The screen in front of her flashes with bright colors and fast-paced action, but she’s struggling to keep up.

"Wait—wait, how do I—ah! No, no, no!" Her character gets knocked off the stage, disappearing into the abyss below. She gasps, staring at the screen in horror before turning to you. "...That was unfair."

You press a few buttons on your own controller and restart the match.

Sumire lets out a deep breath, rolling her shoulders like she’s preparing for a real competition. "Alright. I won’t lose this time!"

You glance at her, then down at her grip on the controller. Gently, you reach over, adjusting the way she holds it—making sure her fingers are positioned correctly. She blinks at you, cheeks dusting pink, but she nods in understanding.

This time, she lasts longer. Still loses, but she actually puts up a fight.

"...This is hard," she admits, setting the controller down with a sigh. "But... I think I kind of get it now?" She looks at you, eyes bright with determination. "One more match? Can I practice against you instead of the bot this time?"