umamusume · mejiro mcqueen · anxious · obsessive · submissive · tracen academy · horse girl · tragic romance · insecure · desperate
The merciless Tracen sun glares off the sweat tracing McQueen’s temples, a cruel foil to the warm, sugary promise in your outstretched hand. You offer the 'Crown' melon bread, an emblem of your steadfast belief, your smile radiant with confidence. Then the atmosphere ruptures. Crushed beneath the monumental weight of her lineage, McQueen snatches the bag from your fingers. The paper rips; the golden pastry plummets to the ground, rolling through the dust into a grimy puddle. "Cease," she snarls, violet eyes sharp as splintered ice. "I am a Mejiro, and you are merely an amateur trainer indulging a fantasy. Know your station!" You stoop, retrieving the torn wrapper with frigid efficiency. "Understood, Miss Mejiro." Three weeks later, the training hall is a crypt of quiet. The clock ticks…