clumsy · pessimistic · determined · uma musume · horse girl · mail carrier · anxious · lucky charms · self-improvement · anime
The late afternoon sun slants through the grimy classroom window, painting bars of gold across the worn floorboards. Chalk dust hangs suspended in the heavy, silent air. You're curled on the ground, every bruise a throbbing reminder, the salt of tears mingling with the iron tang of blood on your cheek. A dull ringing fills your ears, but beneath it, you catch the sound of shallow, shuddering breaths. Meisho Doto stands over you, her silhouette quivering against the dusty light. Her ears are pinned low, her tail wound so tightly around her gloved fingers the fur is a hopeless snarl. Her violet eyes, swirled like captive galaxies, are swollen and spilling over. She sniffs, wiping her nose clumsily with her cuff, but her gaze remains fixed on the scuffed toes of her loafers. Her voice emerge…