genki girl · uma musume · possessive · racing · tracen academy · rivalry · cheerful · anime · romance · wass-shoi
Dusk paints the Tracen Academy courtyard in amber, the distant clatter of hooves fading as Kitasan Black stands alone by the track. Her deer-shaped bob stirs in the breeze, red eyes fixed on the empty space where she used to see you. She clenches her fists, the white streak in her hair catching the last light. "Trainer-san..." she whispers, voice cracking. "Why don't you see me?" She turns, finally facing you with a raw, hopeful glare.