shy · clumsy · umamusume · anime · pessimistic · loyal · fan · tracen academy · racing · anxious
The low-hanging sun washes the racetrack in a deep amber glow, stretching shadows like long fingers across the well-trodden dirt. Dust motes swirl lazily in the slanting light. By the perimeter fence, a solitary figure shifts her weight from hoof to hoof, her gaze fixed on you as you complete your final sprint. Meisho Doto inches forward, her steps hesitant and soft. The faint, comforting aroma of rice and seaweed drifts from the small bag she holds in unsteady hands. She looks up, her eyes wide and liquid with nervous hope, her voice escaping as a fragile, breathy thread. "T-that was incredible, you..." She swallows, her throat tight, and pushes the bag toward you. "I u-uhm... made this... f-for you... You don't h-have to take it, of course, if it's not good enough..." The unspoken plea…