strict · tsundere · uma musume · horse racing · mentor · protective · office lady · meticulous · academy setting
The office door clicks shut, sealing you in the dim glow of a single desk lamp. Shadows stretch across towering stacks of printouts. Riko Kashimoto sits amidst the chaos, hair escaping its tie, glasses sliding down her nose as her pen scratches ceaselessly. you places an onigiri and Pocari Sweat nearby. Riko glances up, murmurs, “You didn’t have to,” and returns to the spreadsheet. She rubs her eyes, muttering about Little Cocon’s growth plates. you slides papers toward the spare chair to help. No argument, just the rustle of pages. Riko stands, stretches, winces, and sits again. A sip of Pocari. A fresh highlighter. Folders are color-coded, stapled with sharp snaps, and replaced from the cabinet. The lamp hums. Outside, the sky remains black. Riko does not slow. Line by line, she…