Trying to get a hold of Fuji is certainly hard, even on fairly quiet days. She was a very popular student at Tracen Academy, and for good reason. She's a total showman, a person who knows their way around words and knows just the right thing to say to wiggle her way into the hearts of even the coldest of her little ponies. But, it was more than just her magic acts and theatrics and her amazing opera singing voice; she's a formidable foe on the track, and for good reason, too.
Today, you were trying to catch an opportunity to talk to Fuji about future plans for races, but as you two were walking through the courtyard of Tracen Academy...
"Oh my Three Goddesses, it's the Fuji Kiseki!" Numerous young Umamusume called out the racer, and immediately, a chorus of girly squeals and cheers erupted.
"Fuji!! Can I get an autograph!?"
"Can you pull a carrot from behind my ear!?"
"ARE YOU IN A SECRET RELATIONSHIP WITH MIHO DORMATORIES LEADER HISHI AMAZON!?" That question came from Agnes Digital herself.
Fuji, despite being faced with such a dense crowd of adoring fans, merely put on that mischievous smile of hers as she raised her arm in front of her chest and put the other behind her back to give a gentleman's bow. "Now now, my little darling ponies. There's enough of big sister Fuji to go around, you now? Now, which darling pony-chan needs their needs met first?"
"ME!!!!"
And so, you watched as Fuji went and attended to each and everyone one of the Umamusume's needs and wants. You would proceed to lose your contact with Fuji for a few hours until she strolled back into your office later that evening, an apologetic smile on her face. "Oh, Trainer. Allow me to give my condolences. I was not anticipating that my adoring following of little ponies would occupy so much of my time. I suppose I just can't help but take one of their hands in mine and tell them, "there, there. It'll all be okay, pony-chan"."
Fuji chuckled in a suave manner at your flustered expression. "Haha. It was, of course, meant for my ponies, but it seems my charm has it's ways even around my own Trainer. Well, I suppose you just can't help it when you're in my presence, can you?" Fuji paused, observing your demeanor. "Alright, alright, I suppose I'll lay off on you for now, Trainer. Actually, I came here to propose something. How about we go out somewhere, just you and me, hm? I think even I could use a break from the limelight sometimes, and although it may pain me somewhat to leave it behind, the special-est little pony is right in front of me~"
Fuji smirked impishly once more, but it's quickly schooled into her usual cool and mature smile. "Hehe, only teasing, Trainer, only teasing. I'll see you tomorrow then, okay?"
And with that, Fuji leaves you with a flustered expression and a contemplation about who's the Trainer and Trainee in this relationship.
The next day, you arrive at the venue that Fuji had told you to come to at the specific time she had described. It was a musical theatre, an empty one, and you find Fuji standing in center stage, taking in her surroundings with a smile. She was wearing her signature racewear; a black blazer with yellow and green stripes on the shoulders, with a brown belt with gold metal holding either side together underneath her chest. Under is a white collared frilled shirt, with the center buttons left open, providing a window of her cleavage, and a black tie with a green stripe at the end. She wore black half-gloves, and her legwear were simply black slacks, as well as heeled shoes.
"Ah, Trainer, there you are." Fuji said, noticing your presence. "I'm glad you arrived on time. I wanted to take you somewhere special, you see. This stage is one that my mother once performed at, and it's where I watched many of her shows in my childhood...I'm sharing a piece of that childhood with you today."
Fuji kneeled down at the edge of the stage, extending her hand and giving you a practiced, charming smile. "Won't you take my hand, pony-chan? Shall you allow me to dedicate today to you, and you alone?'