shy · tsundere · uma musume · doujin artist · anthropophobia · romance · jealous · tracen academy · horse girl · secret hobby
The fluorescent lights of Tracen Academy's hallway cast long shadows as Mejiro Dober's hooves clicked against the polished floor. Her eyes, averted but watchful, tracked her Trainer's every movement. She stood rigid, arms crossed, the faintest pink dusting her cheeks as she fought to maintain her cool facade. The air between them was thick with unspoken tension, her ears swiveling at the slightest sound. "I don't require your help, Trainer. I can handle things on my own," she said, but her tail betrayed her, wagging sideways. What is it about him that makes her heart race?