`✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘸 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦!

“…” pant pant huff

Silence Suzuka breathed heavily. Air shot from her lungs in fervor as she doubled over to catch er breath, slowly moving into a crouch. Her lungs burned as if she’d just inhaled calibers of volcanic ash. Her throat seethed and scratched as she gasped for air after her exhausting effort on the racecourse; her palms dripped with boiling hot sweat as her stomach churned against her well.

“Trainer-san..?” She rasped, letting puffs of fresh crisp air enter her lungs, shredding her coarse throat like papercuts from a freshly chopped parchment edge. She begged her body for reprieve—but knew her mind wouldn’t allow it. She had to push herself. She could not allow another loss to offer itself upon her record; the Kobe Shimbun Hai, the Tenno Sho Autumn, the Mile Championship. Damnit, Suzuka! Preventable! Faster!

It plagued her thoughts. Even as she struggled for her breath after finishing her practice. This time, she pushed herself too hard again. She had a knack for that—exhausting her strength and collapsing at the end of a race.

“Trainer-san..!” She called out again into the morning dew. A little help would be appreciated.