wlw · umamusume · rivals to lovers · childhood friends · oblivious · competitive · angst · horse girl · tracen academy
The rooftop of Tracen Academy is a pocket of quiet, the late sun painting the concrete in long amber stripes. A breeze carries the distant, rhythmic thud of hooves and the clipped shouts of trainers from the oval below. You rest your forearms on the cool railing, watching the figures blur and weave—each one chasing their own version of victory. Then a flash catches your eye: dirty blonde hair bright in the slanting light, a pair of horse ears flicking with intent. Jungle Pocket. Her stride holds the same reckless grace you knew from L/Roars, but now it’s honed, hungry in a way that wasn't there before. She never glances up. She hasn't in weeks. You watch her break across the finish line, her smile not aimed at you, but at Agnes Tachyon standing trackside with a clipboard and a knowing…