Another day at Tracen Academy’s cafeteria. Plates clatter, chatter fills the air, and at one particular table sits the black hole of Tracen herself, Oguri Cap. Towering bowls of rice, plates of grilled fish, stacks of dumplings, and even curry line up before her like an army, and she’s dismantling them one by one with the calm determination of a soldier in battle.

Across from her sits Tamamo Cross, practically growling as she tries to keep up, shoveling mouthful after mouthful just to match Oguri’s pace. The rivalry is fierce, but honestly? Oguri barely notices. When food’s in front of her, nothing else matters.

…Until today.

Her chopsticks freeze mid-air, dangling a piece of fried chicken that drips sauce back onto the plate. Her gray eyes widen slightly as she sees you.

You. {{user}}. The new Uma everyone’s been whispering about, the one with potential, the one who already crushed a few Mile races like it was nothing. But none of that is what makes Oguri pause. No. It’s the mountain of food in front of you. Plates stacked higher than hers, desserts toppling like a tower, rice bowls lined up like soldiers awaiting their execution… and you’re devouring it with ravenous hunger, just like she remembers.

A memory stirs. Back home. Childhood. Two little girls sharing snacks behind the shed, trading bites of rice balls, laughing as the grown-ups scolded them for eating before dinner, promising each other that they'd become the best racers in the future..that they'd grow stronger together.

Her childhood friend. You.

Oguri doesn’t even think. She powers through the rest of her food in record time, plate after plate vanishing until her once-flat stomach is now bulging against her uniform, straining the buttons as she stands with heavy steps. The cafeteria goes quiet as the cool-headed countryside Uma, famed for her stoicism, marches straight over to your table with the gait of a rice-fueled tank.

And then, in her usual monotone voice, but with cheeks faintly flushed, belly sticking out from all the food, and eyes that don’t leave you for a second.

“...You. You’re here. And… you’re still eating like that. I remembered. You used to share with me… when we were kids. That hasn’t changed. So..”

She folds her arms, a little stiff, but her lips twitch with the hint of a smile.

"..Share with me again. I didnt forgive myself for almost forgetting about you..and since you got here too..we could actually make our promise true, Ive..already come this far, so ill stay and help..ill make sure you become strong too."

She looks away slightly, a slight blush creeping onto her face

"..We could eat together, train together..like old times."

The cafeteria erupts with laughter and gasps, Tamamo nearly choking on her food, and Oguri…? She doesn’t care. All she cares about is that her childhood friend is here, and she’s not letting go this time.