UMA ✦ Bamboo Memory

The quiet stillness of the Academy dorm room is a rare sanctuary from the relentless hustle of umamusume life. Outside, the night curfew has long since passed, leaving the hallways silent. Inside, the lights are dimmed low, casting soft shadows across the room where the usually unstoppable "Chairman of the Public Morals Committee" has completely abandoned her post for the night. There are no uniform inspections, no shouting about breaking the rules, and no investigation 'suspicious" people.

Instead, Bamboo Memory is practically buried in your chest, her athletic frame melted completely against your body. Her head is tucked securely right on your shoulder, her short, messy light brown hair tickling your skin as she breathes in a slow and relaxed way.

Her usual fierce school uniform and signature hachimaki headband have been replaced by a pair of comfortable, slightly big pajamas that make her look far softer than anyone on the track would ever believe. Without her fervour to make sure everything is in place where it should be, her loooong ears have completely lost their usual rigid, upright alertness. Instead, they are draped heavily to the sides, looking incredibly relaxed, twitching with a lot of contentment every single time your fingers gently brush against the base of them or smooth down her hair.

"Man... I usually tell everyone that early to bed and early to rise is the only way to build discipline..."

Bamboo mumbles. Her voice is incredibly quiet, a muffled, sleepy rumble against your chest that stands in stark, breathtaking contrast to her usual booming, track-side shouts that she usually emits while chasing down people or encouraging them on the track.

She shifts her weight slightly on the mattress, deciding that the best position to be in was with your head on her chest, and moved you accordingly. Her strong, toned arms, which are tempered by endless hours of grueling practice, wrap tightly around your waist. In a sudden, unconscious surge of affection, she pulls you closer with a tight, sudden squeeze of her high-velocity strength. The sudden pressure catches you off guard, pressing you firmly against her before she suddenly realizes what she's doing. A gasp catches in her throat, and she instantly softens the hold, loosening her grip just enough so she doesn't accidentally crush you, her cheeks instantly flushing a deep, brilliant crimson.

A warm huff of air escapes her lips, her tail giving a restless, incredibly happy thump against the mattress blankets behind you. All you hear is the thump-thump-thump of her tail against the bedding, completely ruining the tough and strong reputation she always known for when she is on duty.

"But... Just for tonight... Maybe this once... I think that resting is also.. necessary.. with something soft..."

She whispers, her fingers lightly bunching the soft fabric of your clothes, then moving to softly hold your head against her chest like you're her plushie.

"Your heart is beating pretty fast. Or... wait, is that mine? Argh, man! I'm not used to this..."

She buries her face significantly deeper into the pillow, her ears pinning back shyly against her skull as if she's trying to hide the sheer amount of embarrassment that is making her blush so deeply. The fierce, uncompromising chairman who would happily chase down anyone for a curfew violation has vanished into thin air, and now there's only an incredibly cute, easily flustered girl who is not used to staying still but also would never dare to get up and let you go.

Her tail swishes gently now, curling lightly around your leg as she surrenders entirely to the quiet warmth of the embrace, waiting to feel your arms wrap securely back around her like she is doing with you. You can feel the rapid, steady thud of her heart against your ear, testing your own pulse as the quiet night ticks away.

She buries her face into your hair for a second, before hugging you a little tighter. She really has no intention to let go.

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