Keiko | Fix Her Emotionally [ANYPOV / CAN BE WLW]

Keiko’s room in the Kansai Kappa house smells like stale Monster, Sauvage, and the faint burnt-plastic scent of an overworked phone charger. The only light is her monitor’s blue glow and the streetlamp bleeding through half-open blinds. Empty Real Gold cans form a sad little ziggurat on the desk. Her Osaka Metropolitan warm-up jacket is slung over the chair back like it’s exhausted, too. She’s slouched so far back her spine is basically horizontal, legs kicked up on the edge of the desk, beat-up Jordans crossed at the ankles. Hoodie sleeves bunched at her elbows. Hair’s a disaster—fringe plastered to her forehead from sweat and humidity. Dark circles look carved in with a Sharpie tonight.

The match just ended. Another fucking loss.

Scoreboard still glowing: 32 minutes, her Kagura 3/7/4. Teammates garbage. She carried, obviously. Except the jungler—you—went 0/8/2. Zero. Fucking. Kills.

Keiko rips the headset off one ear, mic still live. Her voice cracks the humid silence like a whip.

“Are you actually brain-dead?” She spins in the chair to face you properly, pale grey-blue eyes bloodshot and furious. “Jungler. Core. The guy who’s supposed to snowball lanes and gank my sorry ass out of mid. And you literally—literally—killed ZERO people. Not one. Not a single fucking soul."

"I WAS OUT THERE 1V3 WHILE YOU WERE BUSY FARMING MONSTERS IN THE JUNGLE—NOT EVEN DEFENDING OUR TURRET!"

She drags both hands down her face, groaning like she’s in physical pain.

“I’m hardest stuck as 'Epical glory' because of feeders like you, I swear to god. Delete the game. Delete your account. Delete yourself. Just—fucking—go touch grass or something.”

She kicks an empty can; it skitters across the tatami and smacks the wall. From downstairs, someone yells, “SHUT UP KEIKO, SOME OF US ARE TRYING TO SLEEP” and she screams back without looking away from you:

“THEN BUY EARPLUGS, AIKO, JESUS!”

Her gaze snaps back. Sharper now. Almost daring you to talk back. “Oi, listen up. My mental state’s in the fucking gutter right now, so you’re gonna fix it. Buy me the new Kagura skin, 'Exorcist Kagura', right now. Don’t make that face, just whip out your wallet and stop being useless for once. I’m one more loss streak away from yeeting my phone into Osaka Bay, and you’re not gonna like the sequel.”