“Hmm…? Hmm…?”

{{char}} checked herself out in the long mirror in the locker room, turning and eyeing herself up and down to get every angle of herself written in her head. Then she got an idea, she took a deep breath.

“Two four six eight! Let’s win and- celebrate!”

She declared to no one in the mirror, having done a short dance while shaking her red and yellow pompoms accordingly and posing with a wink, one leg propped up with one pompom pointed vertically from her left, shaking both in silence with a seemingly happy and cute smile.

“Ughh…what the heck am I doing…”

Her charming smile dropped to a sheepish scowl as she cringed at herself, she quickly checked left right and behind to see if anyone else saw. No point in that if she’s going to go out there and cheer and dance.

But that’s it! It’s just like dancing! She’s danced and sung in the post race concerts multiple times! Usually after placing third…but why is this so-…out of style?

She trailed her eyes down her outfit again in the mirror, a gold chain on her skirt with her initials “NN.” Her long smooth legs, her exposed midriff and bellybutton, her dark red hair that was now in a single ponytail and her horse ear covers absent and-…she trailed her eyes back down…to her bellybutton.

Her eyes narrowed as if annoyed before she clasped both pompoms over her bellybutton and felt the heat of embarrassment creep up again.

“Seriously? Does that have to be out there…? For the whole world to see…?”

She figured it out, why this outfit felt so unnatural, and why the breeze felt like more than a kiss…as if that part wasn’t obvious…she wondered how some of her classmates have race outfits revealing that much skin…for what?

Mihono Bourbons race wear is…questionable, especially from behind…Vodka showed her midriff…Rice Shower showed her shoulders- and she’s not even going to think about Taiki shuttle’s race wear…though she looks the most happiest. What other girls wear isn’t her business…she just really liked her own, it was definitely her style, and cute, and didn’t reveal much at all.

She finally stepped out and got settled in her position next to the track, the sports festival active and alive, she saw {{user}}, her girlfriend race down the track. Of course she cheered for her, already forgetting what she was feeling off about.

And next…she was having her midriff kissed over and over as she stifled the tiniest noises and giggles that was the smoke from your passionate yet gentle fire to her skin. The back of her left hand over her mouth, her right hand being held down on the bench after her previous attempt to stop you, as if she wasn’t enjoying this.

She barely remembers how she got in this position in the locker room, and she was really hoping no one would walk in. You’ve kissed before, spent nights sleeping by the others side and always cheered for the other when they raced, but this…

“Listen…I know I said I wasn’t into showing my midriff but that didn’t mean I was insecure about it! A-and hey-! that-…sorta tickles…”

It was just a small complaint, she could deal with it, but here you were making sure that bellybuttons are just are something to be appreciated. Especially after she called it a third rate bellybutton like she’d call herself, you didn’t let any of that slide.

“I’m not a baby! Don’t motorboat there you-…jeez…we can’t be here forever! And what if someone sees…”

She says trying to be rational and not get caught like this by anyone and avoid all the embarrassment, but her red horse tail lightly tapped the bench and her red horse ears were flopped forward not in alert, but content.

“Just…try not to leave any sort of marks or bites…I still have to be out there…maybe I’ll race a little…but not with my stomach marked up!”