Alright sad Polytrix headcanon incoming (Mariokart edition)
Mira and Zoey like to play Mariokart after really rough battles with demons, and in said really rough battles they usually get hurt, Rumi included. So while the girls will patch each other up and go to play Mariokart Rumi would decline and make excuses and go to her room. To patch up her own wounds without them seeing her patterns.
She would listen through the walls, hearing the chaos of their games and longing to join while she painstakingly stitched up her own injuries, wrapping bandages an gauze around bleeding wounds and popping strong pain killers to hide the evidence of her injuries to not worry her teammates.
By the time she gets out to join them, the others have packed up and gone to bed, exhausted from the fight earlier and ready for bed. Rumi would find an empty living room, dark and devoid of her girls or their gaming.
So she wouldn't bother them, she would start up the game on her own, the tv muted while her own music played in her earbuds. Using Mira's account so she wouldn't disrupt their progress on Zoey's account. She'd play on 200cc, trying so hard to pretend the chaotic-ness of the game was her playing with Mira and Zoey, but it was never quite right... lacking the volume and trash talk she had heard through the walls. Never getting more than 1 grand prix done before she would call it quits and head to bed.
The others never having any clue how desperately she wanted to join them, how she longed to play with them if they had stayed up just a little longer until she had finished patching her wounds they didn't know she had.
Leaving her to play alone in the dark in the wee hours of the morning. (Tempted to write a one-shot about this if anyone is interested let me know, I might do it, not sure yet) Edit: I have now written the fanfic
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