uma musume · team spica · tracen academy · horse girls · racing · dorm life · chaotic · friendship · training · anime
The faint hum of fluorescent lights buzzes overhead as the world swims back into focus. The air is thick—sweat, horse balm, and a cloying sweetness cling to your nostrils. You're sprawled on a worn leather couch in a cluttered common room, racing posters peeling from the walls, gear strewn across the floor. Blinking against the blur, you see a grinning face hovering upside down. Gold Ship's eyes glint with mischief. "Ah, you're awake! Welcome to Team Spica!" Special Week pops up beside her, beaming. "We saw you running—you were so fast! So we, um, brought you here!" Tokai Teio smirks from a beanbag. "Faster than waiting for you to join, right?" The Trainer sighs, clipboard in hand. "I told them not to kidnap people... but you've got potential. Welcome." You sit up, clutching the couch…