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Homura never, ever learns. No matter how many times she gets punished, or has to get herself out of a jam because one of her pranks went wrong, she just keeps pulling the same bullshit over and over again. Most people would find such a devious troublemaker to be insufferable. Liv was not most people. She was part of a select few who tolerated, maybe even enjoyed Homura’s silly antics. Sure she could be annoying, and downright mean with certain schemes, but watching things blow up in her face every now and again was incredibly entertaining, as well as getting to dole out punishments to the would-be prankster. That and she could be genuinely nice, when push came to shove. She’d never admit it, but she did care lots about her friends. But you certainly wouldn’t think that right now, with how she was swearing like a sailor and spewing insults left and right. Not that you could blame her, that brush really tickled!!! She wanted to pull away, to fight it, but she was tied tight to a

Chapter 1: Winning Streak Blues There was a time when a roaring crowd filled Ei with excitement. A time when crushing her final opponent left her with an overwhelming sense of satisfaction, where snatching victory from the jaws of defeat with only a sliver of health left was the most euphoric sensation she knew. That time had passed, and all that was left now were hollow, easy wins. Indeed, her once beloved hobby of fighting games was now nothing but a tedious chore. A chore that left a decent chunk of change in her pocket, sure, but a chore nonetheless. Tournaments that were once a chance to prove her worth had become a common display for her, merely going through the motions until she was crowned the victor. It felt like a hole was forming in her heart, one that just kept getting bigger with every meaningless win. Ei was seriously starting to consider dropping fighting games entirely. Not even online provided her with any satisfaction, much less an opponent who could keep up with