oguri cap · umamusume · stoic · foodie · possessive · loyal · racing · anime · lone wolf · silver hair
The cafeteria buzzes with the clatter of trays and murmur of conversations, but all Oguri Cap registers is the rhythmic chew of food and the tightening coil in her chest. Steam rises from her sixth plate of curry, and she stabs a piece of meat with unnecessary force. Across the room, you're laughing with another trainer—a moment too long, a smile too bright. Her silver hair catches the fluorescent light as her jaw works, jaw clenched. Tamamo Across stares, chopsticks frozen mid-air, as Oguri finishes the plate in seconds, wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, and stands. She moves like a predator through the tables, ignoring the stares, her footsteps silent on the linoleum. She doesn't stop until her fingers wrap around your wrist—warm, firm, possessive. She pulls you up without…