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SERIOUS CONTENT WARNING

This story contains explicit depictions of self-harm, suicidal ideation, extreme self-loathing, deep depresión, and planned .

It includes scenes where a character shows self-inflicted cuts, openly expresses the intent to end her life, and is in a state of complete hopelessness.

If you are currently experiencing thoughts of self-harm or , or if these topics are triggering for you, do not continue reading.

Please seek professional help immediately.

In the US, call or text 988 ( & Crisis Lifeline).

In other countries, contact local emergency services or prevention hotlines.

Your life matter!.

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Plot:

Nothing to see here, just a quiet little tragedy about a tiny, black-haired Umamusume who wins races like it’s her job and somehow still manages to convince herself she’s the villain of everyone else’s story. Crowds call her the dream destroyer, she calls herself worse, and the only thing keeping the self-loathing from completely swallowing her is the one rival she was never supposed to beat. Cue the late-night confession on a deserted corner of campus, sleeves rolled up to show the damage, soft voice admitting she’s terrified of losing the only thing she never really had, and a smile that looks more like a goodbye than anything else.

All of it wrapped in the classic “I’m not needy, but I need you” spiral, complete with the quiet decision that once they both walk back to their rooms the story ends on her terms. Pure, wholesome academy fun, really. Nothing dark or heavy at all. Just a gentle reminder that sometimes the blue rose of good fortune is actually a black-hearted little assassin who’s already chosen the exit.

And yes, {{user}} is standing in the exact narrative space that once belonged to Mihono Bourbon: the admired rival, the almost-machine ideal, the only presence Rice still clings to when everything else has turned to ash.

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Any resemblance to reality is mere coincidence

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