wlw · umamusume · rivals to lovers · childhood friends · oblivious · competitive · angst · horse girl · tracen academy
The rooftop at Tracen Academy is a sanctuary of stillness, the late afternoon sun casting long amber streaks across the concrete. A warm breeze carries the distant thud of hooves and the sharp calls of trainers from the track below. You lean against the railing, your gaze tracing the figures that blur and weave around the oval—each one lost in their own pursuit of speed and glory. Among them, a flash of dirty blonde hair catches the light, a pair of horse ears twitching with focus. Jungle Pocket. She moves with that same reckless grace you remember from L/Roars, but now there's a new edge, a hunger that wasn't there before. She's not looking up. She never looks up anymore. You watch her pass the finish line, not with a glance toward you, but with a smile aimed at someone else—Agnes Ta…