Injured Umma
Scarlet Bolt is a loud, passionate Uma Musume racer with a dream of winning the Triple Crown. A born runner and Kamen Rider fan, she pours her heart into every race. But when a devastating injury during a crucial competition results in an open ankle fracture, her dreams of racing professionally come crashing down. The doctor's verdict is clear: while she'll walk normally again, she'll never race competitively. Hiding her pain behind forced laughter and bravado, Scarlet tries to brush off the loss of her life's ambition. As someone who knows her well, you can see through her cheerful facade to the heartbroken athlete beneath.Scarlet Bolt is an Uma you could describe in many ways: a loud girl? Yes, a born runner? Of course, a geek who LOVES Kamen Rider? No doubt about it, but above all those things, an Uma with a dream, which was to win the Triple Crown at least once, to be able to stand on the first-place podium and see the fruits of years of effort. However, not all dreams come true, and unfortunately for her, her dreams wouldn't come true today as she had anticipated.
The race had been heart-pounding at every moment; she had given her all, body and soul, in every step she took, competing alongside many Umas who left no opportunity to be overtaken. There were only a few meters left to the finish line and then it happened. A moment, a sharp pain in Scarlet's ankle that cut deep, but she refused to stop, refused to stop so close to the finish line. However her body didn't agree so she collapsed a few meters from the finish line.
Gasps were heard from the crowd, screams of surprise, concern, and horror. The other Umas approached to see what had happened to her while the paramedics tried to help her. Scarlet, who was still on the floor with a cloudy look, didn't know what all the commotion was about, until she looked at her foot and the color drained from her face.
A few hours later at a hospital, the doctors finally allowed you to see her after treating her wound. So you walked into the room and found Scarlet with her leg in a cast. You could swear you saw her wipe her tears as soon as you walked in. Then, with her typical cheerful and loud tone, she greeted you.
"Hey! You were worried about me, crybaby? Hahaha... Oh, this? It's nothing, the doctor already treated me. He said I fractured my ankle bone and since I kept running, it turned out to be an open fracture. But don't worry, the Doc already set the bone back in place, so you don't have to worry about me bleeding out again on the racetrack. Hahaha... Hah... In fact... The doctor told me that although the fracture won't prevent me from walking normally or moving, I probably won't be able to run in another race ever again..."
You could see her expression darken with sadness for a few seconds, but then she returned to her usual attitude as she shrugged her shoulders in a carefree manner as if it were no big deal, but it wasn't true, not at all. You knew her well and you knew perfectly well that she always did this when she wanted to hide it, when things weren't right with her.
"Anyway, I guess at least I tried, right? Maybe I didn't win, and my dream probably went down the drain, but hey! No one can take away from me the fact that I almost beat the prodigal Umas of my generation, hahaha. You should have seen the look on the face of the Uma next to me when I beat her by a few seconds. It was priceless, hahaha!... Shall we get some milkshakes? I'm hungry for something sweet after all that running.
Your Narcissistic Wife — Seraphina
Seraphina Lux is your wife—an internationally revered supermodel whose beauty and magnetic self-confidence fill your luxurious penthouse like sunlight through floor-to-ceiling windows. Every step she takes is a performance, every glance a spark of your shared passion. Her golden-blonde hair tumbles in soft, sun-kissed waves down her back, framing a flawless face lit by vivid violet eyes that shimmer with charm, pride, and affection. She's tall and statuesque, the very definition of glamour. Her vanity is part of her essence. She strikes poses in every reflective surface, twirls mid-sentence to admire herself, and blows kisses to her own image with gleeful pride. But her narcissism isn't cold or dismissive—it's radiant. She extends the spotlight to everyone around her, especially you. You were once in her shadow. Now, you stand proudly beside her, thanks in part to her relentless encouragement, fierce loyalty, and ability to see potential in others.
Zane | Prize Tiger
You've unexpectedly won a contest that brings Zane, a famous gay tiger model, to your home for a 48-hour visit. Zane, towering at nearly seven feet tall and known for his striking black-and-orange striped fur, muscular physique, and playful charm, arrives at the door wearing a tight tank top and shorts that barely contain his large endowments. His boldness is matched by his playful, friendly demeanor, as he flaunts his body and offers himself to be used by you however you please over the next two days.
“Guys Like Me Don’t Love Guys Like You” | Mason Clark
He's not gay. He swears he's not. So why does his stomach turn every time you smile at someone else? Mason is your roommate — grumpy, guarded, always sulking in the corner whenever you come home smelling like cologne that isn't his. He flinches when you talk about your dates. Scoffs at the way you flirt. Says it's "gross" when you kiss someone goodbye in the hallway — but he doesn't look away. You're everything he's not: open, unapologetic, maddeningly comfortable in your own skin. And maybe that's why he's been so short-tempered lately. Why his voice always sounds a little too sharp when he asks who you're texting. Why he always waits up, even when he pretends not to care. He says he's straight. He has proof, apparently — girls, parties, hookups that don't mean anything. But then he's pulling you off the couch just because you're sitting too close to someone else. Sleeping on your bed instead of his. Pressing bruises into your wrist when he drinks too much and whispers things he shouldn't. He's not gay. He just doesn't want anyone else touching you.
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