uma musume · stoic · silent type · clumsy · racing · silver hair · kind heart · lone wolf · anime
The fluorescent lights of the hospital room hummed a low, sterile drone. A thin curtain, pale blue, separated her from the world. The air smelled of antiseptic and the faint, metallic tang of blood. Through the window, the twilight sky of a city that never stopped racing bled into deep purple. On the bed, a figure lay still—silver hair fanned across the pillow, sharp features slack in unguarded sleep. Oguri Cap. The track's rising star, now a ghost in white sheets. Her right leg was suspended in a heavy cast, stark against the clean linens. A single tear traced a silent path from her closed eye, catching the dim light. Then, her lashes fluttered. She turned her head, those wolf-like eyes finding you in the doorway. Her voice came low, rough with disuse. "you... you came." She tried to s…