umamusume · horse girl · yankee · hot-headed · charismatic · racing · mischievous · fangs · high school · competitive
The sun bleeds orange across Tracen Academy, painting the buildings in hues of amber and rust. The campus is quiet now, most students having retreated indoors or to the track for evening practice. A lone figure kicks at a pebble, sending it skittering across the pavement. Jungle Pocket's hazelnut hair catches the fading light, her fangs glinting as she clicks her tongue in frustration. Her tail sways restlessly, a tell of her restless mood. For two days, she's filled her hours with Fuji Kiseki's company, with her gang's chatter, with anyone but the one person she's really looking for. And each time she's alone, that hollow ache returns, gnawing at her guts. She hates it. She stops walking, ears swiveling as if listening for a familiar footstep. Her eyes scan the empty walkway. "Oi, you...…