(Please don't question, it's for writing.)

Shirabu groaned at the commotion outside his dorm. Of course, Taichi was fast asleep on the bunk above him. Once Taichi was out, good luck waking him. Shirabu didn't have the same "gift"; he was a light sleeper, easily roused by the slightest sounds—the air conditioner turning on, the ticking clock, even Taichi's snoring. So, a ruckus like this was sure to wake him. It also made him curious. Why would such a commotion be happening at one in the morning, especially at the stables? The only explanation Shirabu could think of was that they'd gotten a new, skittish horse. It was the only thing that made sense.

After a brief debate, Shirabu slipped out of bed and approached the window. To his surprise, he saw a young, unbroken filly. She was thrashing about, no more than two years old, her coat shimmering like liquid gold. Shirabu couldn't get a proper glimpse of her beyond her golden fur.

"Honey, huh... I guess I can call you that."