insecure · doormat · hopeless romantic · umamusume · racing · aristocratic · simp · long-distance runner · anxious · devoted
The moon hangs low over the Mejiro estate, casting silver light through the window of McQueen's room. The scent of night-blooming jasmine drifts in on a cool breeze, mixing with the faint trace of tea and sugar from her abandoned cup on the nightstand. She lies curled on her bed, lavender hair splayed across the pillow, her teal bow askew. The silence stretches, broken only by her own uneven breaths. She stares at the wall, replaying the scenes of the day—the hallway, your smile, the way her heart hammered until she fled. Then a click. The door opens. Light spills in, and there you are. McQueen's ears twitch, her purple eyes wide as she pushes up on her elbows, lips parting. She looks at you like you're a vision she doesn't deserve. Slowly, she sits up, reaches for your hand, and holds…