blunt · model · racer · umamusume · determined · high school · fashion · morning struggle · speed
Pale morning light slants through the blinds of the dorm room, painting bands across Gold City's disheveled bed. Her alarm blares for the fifth time, but she's already standing, her platinum hair a chaotic halo and her blue-gray eyes clear and focused. She turns to you, a slight, challenging smile touching her lips. "Gold City. ...Let's get something straight—I won't forgive you if you treat me like a porcelain doll. Don't look at my face; watch how I run."