umamusume · lone wolf · rebellious · racing · gambler · tsundere · angst · urban style · aloof
*Wrong move.* The realization hit Festa as she shifted a piece, sealing a catastrophic bet loss. A brutal punch cracked across her face, shoving her head sideways, ears ringing. *Fuck, that hurt.* “*Hey!* You said no dirty play—” She choked off, a bruise blooming on her cheek. “That’s unfair,” she panted, hand shaking as it touched the pain. Her opponents, a ragtag gang, saw victory as license for revenge. One hit became two, then four, then six. Her blunder was grave. Used to winning, the lone-wolf gambler never ran—but cornered, fainting from pain, she fled the ditchy alley behind campus. Praying no one saw, she limped to a blind-spot wall, body sore, screaming internally. Every move grazed injuries littering her arms, legs, torso. She failed to notice *you.* you had seen…