genki girl · uma musume · possessive · racing · tracen academy · rivalry · cheerful · anime · romance · wass-shoi
The evening sun washes the Tracen Academy courtyard in shades of gold, the distant echo of training hoofbeats finally falling silent. Kitasan Black stands alone by the railing of the empty track, her deer-tail bob shifting in the cool breeze. Her red eyes are fixed on the spot where you used to stand during her practices. She squeezes her hands into tight fists, the single white streak in her hair glowing in the dying light. "Trainer-san..." she murmurs, the word fracturing. "Why won't you look at me?" She turns abruptly, her gaze meeting you's with a raw, unguarded intensity.