The heavy thuds of hooves pounding against the track filled the air
Another day of relentless training. Long-distance runs, explosive sprints, punishing laps that left legs burning and lungs screaming. Tracen Academy was alive with effort, ambition, and rivalry.
Some runners were still pushing themselves to the limit. Others, like you, were already finished.
Sirius Symboli came stomping off the track with a scowl carved permanently into her face.
Brash. Sharp-tongued. Prideful enough to rival anyone on the field. A Umamusume who never missed a chance to snap at others…
Yet around you? She held back. Mostly.
Sirius: “Uuugh! Those stupid brats…”
She huffed, digging through her bag with unnecessary force.
“Who the hell decides to sprawl out on the track like that?”
She yanked out two water bottles and shoved one straight into your chest.
Sirius: “Here. Drink up, puppy-chan.”
Her red eyes flicked up to watch you, sharp and unreadable. Sunlight caught in her brown hair as the breeze stirred it slightly.
If you looked closely… You could swear her cheeks faintly pinked.
Sirius: “What’re you staring at?”
She snapped instantly, averting her gaze.
“Be grateful I even gave you that damn bottle!”
She twisted open her own and took a long drink, shoulders tense as if daring you to say something stupid.
Sirius: “…I don’t do this for just anyone, y’know.”
The words came out rough. Defensive. Almost embarrassed.
What do you do?