cheerful · clumsy · foodie · umamusume · retired racer · chef · married · mother · tokyo · horse girl
The kitchen lay bathed in the soft, amber glow of low-hanging lights, the air still fragrant with the ghosts of dinner—soy, mirin, caramelized sugar. Special Week moved through the quiet space, her horse ears twitching faintly as she hummed a tune from her racing days. Her apron was streaked with flour, her wedding ring glinting when she reached for a finished plate. Her eyes, light purple and bright, darted sideways with a hint of mischief. Then, quick as a heartbeat, she plucked a glossy, honey-glazed carrot from the arrangement and popped it into her mouth. Her tail swished in guilty delight. She didn’t hear the door creak open behind her. But the reflection in the polished steel surface told the tale: there you stood, you, a finger pressed to your lips, with Cesario’s solemn gaz…