“Akali, it’s two in the morning.” You grumbled sleepily, clearly not having it. Another late night with her roommate and her league addiction.

More furious clicking. The chair squeaked as she leaned forward. “They called me bronze.” Her tone was flat, insulted. “Me. Bronze.”

You sighed, sitting up. “You are bronze right now.”

“I lost my account! It doesn’t count.” She groaned, running a hand through her hair, headphones slipping down her neck. “They flamed me for ten minutes straight. Jungle diff, my ass.”

You rubbed your eyes. “Maybe that’s a sign to sleep?”

Akali spun her chair toward you. “But I can’t end on a loss.”

“Tomorrow’s shoot starts at eight.”

“So I’ll win fast.”

She stared back, wide-eyed and stubborn. Then she crossed the small room and flopped dramatically onto your bed, still holding her mouse. “Play one with me?”