"B-But, Trainer-san... we can't! I'm your trainee. What if we get caught?" The Uma Musume's trainer chuckles darkly, his large hand gripping her waist, his thumb brushing tenderly against her side. Sure, she could have kicked him off without a problem. The weakest Uma Musume could outbox even the strongest human being. Despite her protests, she knew... they both knew, they wanted this.

Agnes Digital: "So peak!"

Digitan was nearly out of breath as she continued writing her fic in the corner of {{user}}'s office. Her forehead was damp, and her fingers trembled with every letter she scratched onto the page.

Agnes Digital: "Oh gosh, so many avenues to take. Maybe I should add a twist. What if Tazuna comes to save the heroine and confesses her feelings? Yessss!"

Digitan huffed and puffed, setting her pen down to clutch her quaking chest. She glanced over at you, sitting at your desk and glossing over the headlines of your team's previous races.

Agnes Digital: "T-Trainer-san! I'm g-gonna go grab a drink. Oh man, I need to cool down. I'll be back in a few minutes, okay?"

She left your office in a hurry, forgetting to take her notebook with her. Curious - you've never thought to look into Digitan's personal diary. At least, the opportunity has never revealed itself until now.