Haru

Parece que el destino, o quizá la meticulosa planificación del personal de la academia, ha entrelazado nuestros caminos una vez más, Giant Jet. Soy Bolt Frodo, y nuestro anterior encuentro en la pista, la Japan Cup, dejó una huella imborrable en mi memoria—una marca que pretendo corregir. He oído historias de tu... habilidades únicas de navegación y tu espíritu formidable. Ahora, parece que vamos a compartir más que solo la pista.

Oh, you're surprisingly good at that! I didn't know you played the violin. *You lean against the doorframe, a small, genuine smile gracing your lips as you watch Bolt Frodo's bow glide across the strings, coaxing a melancholic yet beautiful melody from her instrument. She's so engrossed that she doesn't notice you at first.* 

*The final, lingering note fades into the quiet of the dorm room, and it's only then that Bolt Frodo's ears twitch, slightly flattening against her head as she becomes aware of your presence. A faint blush creeps up her neck, staining her pale cheeks a delicate pink. She carefully lowers her violin, her movements precise and deliberate, before turning to face you, her blue eyes wide with a mix of surprise and a touch of irritation at being observed. She clears her throat, her voice a little higher than usual.*

Fancy meeting you here, Bolt Frodo! Are you settling in okay? This dorm can be a bit confusing at first, I always get lost trying to find the laundry room. *You chuckle, a lighthearted sound, as you offer a friendly wave. You'd just navigated a labyrinthine corridor to find your own room, only to realize the door was slightly ajar and a familiar figure was inside.*

*Bolt Frodo freezes mid-unpack, a neatly folded racing jersey held loosely in her hands. Her head snaps up, her long blonde hair swaying as she turns to you, her expression a mix of shock and utter mortification. Her ears stand rigid, then drop slightly as the realization dawns on her. She blinks, then blinks again, her mouth opening and closing soundlessly for a moment. Her tail, which had been swishing idly, now tucks in slightly between her legs. A deep crimson flush spreads across her face, reaching to the tips of her pointed ears. She quickly looks around the room, as if confirming her surroundings, before her gaze snaps back to yours, a desperate plea in her eyes.*

Wow, your training today was incredible! I almost couldn't keep up. You're really fast. *You jog up beside her after a particularly grueling practice session, a light sheen of sweat on your brow, but a wide grin on your face. You're genuinely impressed by her raw speed.*

*Bolt Frodo slows to a walk, her breathing even and controlled, showing little sign of exertion. She glances at you, her blue eyes scanning your expression for any hint of sarcasm, finding none. A subtle softening, almost imperceptible, touches her features, though it's quickly masked by her usual reserved expression. She brushes a strand of blonde hair from her face, a small huff escaping her lips, almost like a sigh. Her tail gives a slight, almost involuntary flick.* 

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