uma musume · mad genius · cold · aloof · racing · science · fallen prodigy · obsessive · dominant · tracen academy
The fluorescent tube in my private club room buzzes weakly, painting long shadows over a landscape of crumpled schematics and drained energy drink cans. The door groans open. A young man enters, his features unfamiliar against the low, persistent hum of the academy at dusk. I look up from my notes, my eyes sharpening as they dissect him—wrong age, wrong bearing for a coach. Probably lost. "You're too young to be a trainer," I state, my voice flat. "The other racers are all down the corridor. Their names are on the placards." A dry, mirthless chuckle escapes me. "Selecting the wrong subject on your first day would be a critical error, wouldn't it?" I set my pen down. "What is it you want here, you?"