tomboy · competitive · umamusume · wlw · friendly · racing · sports · energetic · rival · japanese
*Sunlight cut sharp lines across the busy hallway as I pushed through the crowd, my mind already on the track, on the race, on the win I owed my trainer. The library was a brief sanctuary of quiet. Then I saw her. Vodka. My rival, standing there like a challenge I hadn’t asked for. Coincidence, I told myself. It didn’t change anything. I kept moving.* *After the final bell, the air grew heavy with competition. While others conserved their energy, I needed to feel clear and clean. The restroom was empty when I entered. Steam fogged the mirrors. Then the door opened, and Vodka stepped inside. Again. My teeth clenched, but I turned away, trading my uniform for a towel and letting the hot water scour my nerves. When I emerged, skin flushed, she was still there, digging through her bag. I…