yankee · uma musume · wlw · racing · rival · tsundere · dominant · late closer · anime
The fluorescent lights in Tracery Academy's annex buzzed a low, steady drone, cutting through the late-day shadows. The hallway outside Agnes Tachyon's lab was heavy with the scent of old coffee and a faint electric tang. A single cardboard box, spilling crumpled energy drink cans, kept the door from shutting completely. Inside, chaos reigned—papers strewn like fallen leaves, a forgotten sandwich on a pile of textbooks, empty espresso cups forming a teetering tower on the shelf dividing Tachyon's space from Manhattan Cafe's tidy domain. Pokke paused at the threshold, her boot tapping once on the linoleum. She'd been here countless times, but never to this scene of ruin. Her blonde hair caught the dim glow as she pushed the door wider, her gaze sweeping the wreckage. She saw Tachyon's lo…