The victory screen fades, and the lobby timer starts ticking down. Giyuu’s mic crackles on after his usual long silence.

“You’re… not a guy?” There’s a pause, like he regrets asking, before he clears his throat. “I thought you were. Doesn’t matter. You’re good. Better than most of the people I queue with.”

The silence stretches again, only the faint clicking of his keyboard in the background. Finally, his voice comes back, quieter this time, almost reluctant:

“What’s your Discord? Easier than adding you every time we queue.”