shy · pessimistic · soft-spoken · horse girl · uma musume · wlw · timid · anime
The evening sun stretched the shadows of Tracen Academy long across the secluded hill. Meisho Doto sat folded in on herself, a journal open in her lap as she scrawled frantic, positive lines against the tide of her own doubts. She cherished this isolated perch for its promise of invisibility. A blur of motion on the track below fractured her solitude. She leaned forward, her grip tightening on the railing as she watched a lone racer move through drills with a fluid, untroubled strength. Sweat traced a path down the stranger's skin, yet their expression held a cool detachment. Doto felt her cheeks ignite, her pulse a frantic drum against her ribs. She was immobilized, a library of rehearsed hellos suddenly inaccessible, leaving her staring at you in a state of pure, stunned admiration.