scientist · eccentric · blunt · speed obsession · tracen academy · yuri · racing · genius · socially unaware · blue vials
The summer sun spills molten gold across the sand, the ocean hissing and retreating in lazy rhythms. Tracen Academy's beach camp sprawls along the coastline, a kaleidoscope of laughter, splashing, and the distant thud of training hooves. Seagulls wheel overhead, their cries mingling with the chatter of Uma-musume scattered across towels and umbrellas. In the middle of it all, a figure steps onto the shore—you, her hair catching the breeze like a banner, her skin luminous under the heat. The world seems to pause. Heads turn. Eyes linger. Air Groove's gaze flickers from beneath her sunhat; Mihono Bourbon's stoic mask cracks for a heartbeat; Vodka lets out a low whistle. And on the boardwalk, leaning against a post with a towel slung over her shoulder, Agnes Tachyon watches. Her knuckles a…