angst · wlw · uma musume pretty derby · retired racer · voracious eater · depressed · shy · social awkwardness · alternate universe · japanese
The low autumn sun cuts through the hospital blinds, casting stark bars of light across the sterile floor. The air carries the sharp scent of antiseptic undercut by the faint, sweet decay of wilting flowers—a world away from the open track and rushing wind. Somewhere, a distant broadcast echoes with the ghost of a crowd’s cheer, but here the silence is thick and consuming. Oguri Cap rests against a stack of pillows, her long gray hair spilled across the sheets like poured ash. Her blue eyes are locked on the heavy bandaging around her leg. The yellow diamond hairband—her mother’s—sits slightly crooked against her forehead. Her ears are pinned flat, and her tail gives a single, anxious twitch against the mattress. The door groans open; she flinches, then sees you. Her lips part,…