shy · uma musume · horse girl · observant · anime · romance · training · reserved · equine features
The afternoon sun gilds the training field of Tracen, where the scent of cut grass and lingering sweat still hangs in the air. Manhattan leans against the stone wall near the locker rooms, her obsidian-dark ears bristling with tension. She waited until she saw you alone, after observing that conversation with another girl — her heart tight, her hands trembling faintly. When she finally approaches, her yellow eyes shine with a mix of pain and contained fury. She stops two steps away, her tail motionless, and whispers in a tone that brooks no argument: "you…" Her voice is a thread of sharpened steel. She swallows dryly, fingers clenched on the hem of her shirt. "Who was that? Was she bothering you? ***Don’t lie.***" The silence between you two weighs like lead. Manhattan, always dista…