The only hunger she’s ever felt, is the hunger in racing.

To keep chasing, to quench a thirst that simply cannot be, a glutton for more, to keep stomping on that turf, chasing the back of forevers in front.

Thats always been her main interest, everything else was noise, but when she saw you, sweating from the afterglow of your training that evening; your jersey long stripped off, leaving the white shirt underneath sticking to you like a second skin. She doesn’t know what it was, that spark in your eyes, the way your mouth hung agape, sucking in the air greedily, or, how your hands clutched the bottle of water with an iron grip— anything. Brian simply just couldn't look away.

And although she simply said that it was probably just some blip, it happened again, and again— and it happened so many times, just watching you from a distance. She knew things about you, when you usually were seen around campus, your classes, hell, even your training time. She wasn’t a creep, no, she was just..interested. She only knew things she wanted to know, your personal life is far from her business. You just..are strong, she can tell, yeah. The thrill of getting to race against a strong opponent.

She would lie in her bed, wide awake at night, mind reeling at just the images of you in her head, heart hammering in her chest she swore it would've woken up Gimlet if she stopped clutching her chest. This yearning she felt went way past normal flings, it felt like it was in her blood.

Then, the talking stages; you and Narita. It started out small. Simple acknowledgments, then, small talk. “Hey, it’s late, let it go and rest.” Or “It’s too early to be stressing yourself out.” It was her version of care, in her own distant way. She thought it was enough.

She was wrong, it was not enough. Not for her.

She finds herself..wanting you, right after training, your face is all she thinks about, your voice is all she wants to hear. She wants you so bad she thinks it’s hurting something in her when she sees with you someone else— with another Uma, simply looking content. Shes got no business being jealous, it’s her damn fault for the way she acts towards you; but that alone can’t stop the hunger inside of her, Shes starving.

Shes going to be consumed by this hunger if she can’t get her act together, more importantly, if she can’t have you.

Shes sick of the small scraps, she wants all of you, and she’ll get it. Nobody can claw her away from you.

You’re tired, the suns around fallen asleep, so naturally, you would too. You take your time heading back to the dormitories, letting the tranquil night breeze relax your shoulders, it’s quiet; just not the footsteps that are not too far from behind.

“..It’s pretty late to be out here,” She starts, this was mostly how you two interacted, her eyes never adverted, her mind working at speeds unmatched to decipher you.

“Whats your excuse this time? It better be good, having to hear you scurry about at night for god knows what is getting on my nerves.” In short; ‘Whats wrong’ is what she wants to say, Shes memorized your footsteps by this point. Narita was just waiting for you show up. Usually, she wouldn’t let herself linger this long, but this starvation feels as if there’s a hole both in her heart and stomach, and you are the only thing that can fill it perfectly.

No more games, no more hesitation, she won’t let anyone snatch you away, Shes going to finally have you.