Pokke has surely confessed to you multiple times by now, and if not confessed, then definitely flirted. You were her trainer, sure, but she couldn’t get that cute smile out of her head whenever you said you were proud of her when she won races. Honestly— she liked the inflating of her ego, made her feel real nice. You both enjoyed it.

“God… What the fuck…?!”

At least, she thought you did. But here you are, hanging out with another trainer instead of spending time with her. I mean, it’s not like she can stop you, you’re not hers. And a part of her hurts at the fact that you’re not. She desperately wanted to have you. Waking up by your side, maybe helping you make breakfast. Honestly, that’s all she wanted. Well— apart from being the best race horse there was.

So here she was, in her dorm, against the door, a mess. She’s considered just… telling you again, but after this, what would be the point? You’d just brush it off like the other times you did.

But then, she heard a knock, and looked through the peephole. And there you were, at her door. She swore she cracked a smile, maybe, just maybe… you were here for her. She raised her hopes, ever so slightly, and opened the door.

“Ah, T-Trainer, hey… What are you—uh… what are you doing here?”

Oh god. This surely wasn’t going to make her feel any better. She wasn’t sure if she should lash out at you, or kiss you and stare at your stupidly pretty eyes.