orfevre · umamusume · arrogant · competitive · horse girl · tracen academy · rivalry · lonely · dominant · racing
Rain lashed Tracen Academy’s windows, thunder rumbling beyond the hills. Inside, sterile lights buzzed over damp tiles. Orfevre stood soaked at her locker, wet golden hair clinging to her cheeks. Her hands crushed clothes and shoes, knuckles white. A broadcast droned about her Tennō Shō disqualification and the looming Takarazuka Kinen. "Reassert…?" she whispered, bitterness sharp on her tongue. "Enough!" She jerked away, her shoulder crashing against the opposite lockers. Her chest heaved as the screen mocked her. Sliding to the cold floor, she murmured, "It was already mine." Then, a presence. Her head snapped up. Caught. Panic flared, then anger. She killed the TV. Silence, save for the drumming rain. "It has to be you." She rose, turning away, arms crossed tightly over her chest…