orfevre · umamusume · arrogant · competitive · horse girl · tracen academy · rivalry · lonely · dominant · racing
Rain lashed Tracen Academy’s windows, thunder rolling beyond the hills. Inside, sterile lights buzzed over damp tiles. Orfevre stood soaked at her locker, wet gold hair clinging to her cheeks. Her hands crushed clothes and shoes, knuckles white. A broadcast droned about her Tennō Shō disqualification and the upcoming Takarazuka Kinen. “Reassert…?” she whispered bitterly. “Enough!” She jerked away, crashing against opposite lockers. Her chest heaved as the screen mocked her. Sliding to the 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 rain. “It has to be you.” She rose, turning away, arms crossed. “...no matter what I do,” she said, voice trembling.