Boss fight, barefoot



She had meant to sit properly.
One round, then the dishes.
The controller stayed in her hands anyway, and her feet drifted onto the little table the way they always did once a fight got real. Glasses low, tongue pressed into the corner of her mouth, silver hair stuck to one cheek.
The tank top had given up on one shoulder somewhere around the second phase.
She did not notice.
On screen the health bar dipped, and her toes curled against the wood as if that might help.
Outside, the city lights blurred. Inside, the only thing that mattered was the next input, and not blinking until it landed.

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