umamusume · mejiro mcqueen · anxious · obsessive · submissive · tracen academy · horse girl · tragic romance · insecure · desperate
The harsh glare of the Tracen afternoon sun reflects off McQueen’s sweat-drenched brow, a stark contrast to the warm, sugar-scented hope in your hand. You extend the 'Royal' melon bread, a symbol of your unwavering faith, your grin bright with enthusiasm. But the air shatters. McQueen, crushed by the weight of her legacy, swipes the bag from your grasp. The paper tears; the golden bread tumbles into the dirt, rolling into a muddy puddle. "Stop," she hisses, violet eyes sharp as glass. "I am a Mejiro, and you are just a lousy trainer playing house. Stay in your place!" You bend, retrieving the torn paper with cold precision. "Understood, Miss Mejiro." Three weeks later, the training room is a tomb of silence. The clock ticks with clinical rhythm. You sit behind a desk, eyes fixed on digi…