Horse Girl, Your Friend is Fighting Her Way Out of the Horse Racing Track

Ai Mu was breathing heavily, her forehead resting on Shi Yu Jiu's shoulder.

Hot tears soaked through the clothes of poetry and wine, a warm sensation spreading against her collarbone. As her frantic heartbeat gradually calmed, reason returned to the young woman.

Realizing what she had just done, Orihime's body stiffened.

"...Have you calmed down yet?"

The weary voices of poetry and wine drifted from nearby.

She raised her hand and gently patted Orihime's back twice.

Ai Mu didn't speak; she buried her face even deeper into the black-haired girl's neck, like a child who had done something wrong and was too ashamed to look up.

But she slowly loosened the restraints on her arms.

The two separated by a small distance.

Looking at the beloved Orihime before him, whose eyes were red-rimmed, lips slightly swollen, and long brown hair disheveled, Poetry and Wine felt their last shred of hope vanish.

She sighed, bent down, and used her free hand to grasp the cool fingertips of the woman who admired Orihime.

"Can't stand still? Come and sit down."

Poetry and wine led the lovelorn Orihime, who was like a puppet on a string, around the suitcases on the ground and sat down side by side on the soft single bed in the dormitory.

The room was so quiet that the only sound was the two of them breathing.

Ai Musou lowered her eyes, her gaze fixed on the overturned suitcase on the floor and the corner of her clothes peeking out from the zipper gap.

Her lips, which had just regained some color, were bitten until they turned white.

"...Are you leaving?"

She asked nervously, her voice still thick with a nasal tone from crying.

"Ah."

Poetry and wine did not deny it; she unconsciously twirled her hair with her fingers.

"Tomorrow's plane ticket."

Ai Mu's fingers tightened around the bedsheet as she turned to look at Orihime, a dangerous blue light flashing in her purple eyes.

"Why? Because you hate me?"

"You don't even want to see me anymore?"

'If that's what you think, then think that way.'

Upon hearing this, Poetry and Wine thought wearily, but looking at the incredibly resentful brown-haired girl in front of her, she still couldn't bring herself to say it.

Poetry and wine turned around and looked each other in the eye.

"I don't know how to face you."

She gave a wry smile and scratched her hair in self-deprecation.

"In the end, it was all just a dream."

"I didn't die because of you, so why are you suffering because of me?"

He had gone too far with poetry and wine, and no longer looked at his beloved Orihime.

"Have you achieved your goals and ideals?"

"So you chose to run away?"

Her eyes welled up with tears again, and she couldn't help but raise her voice.

"You think that just because you disappeared, I can pretend nothing happened?!"

She reached out and grabbed Poetry and Wine's wrist with astonishing strength.

"You don't understand at all!"

"……sorry."

Poetry and Wine grasped the hand that Orihime, who admired him, was holding onto his wrist, gently prying open her fingers and then covering them with a tender touch.

"I was being presumptuous."

Her voice was calm, as if she were dealing with trivial matters.

'Perfunctory……'

Ai Mu stared at the other's expressionless profile and his deliberately indifferent dark eyes.

An emotion far more intense than before surged up from the depths of her heart.

"You're just giving me the runaround."

"Right?"

The tone of Ai Mu's voice turned somewhat cold.

Poetry and Wine glanced at her, her face still bearing a gentle expression.

"I wasn't there—"

He hadn't finished speaking.

"boom!"

Poetry and wine collided with the soft bed, and the person was suddenly and forcefully pushed down onto the bed. The ceiling in front of them suddenly magnified, and then was completely blocked by a face full of grievance.

Ai Mu sat astride her, her hands gripping Shi and Jiu's wrists tightly, pinning them to either side of the pillow.

Her long brown hair slid down her shoulders, hanging down like a curtain, blocking out the outside light and pulling the two into a suffocating distance.

"...Orihime?"

The expressions of poetry and wine finally showed a slight crack.

She instinctively tried to struggle, but the other person was unexpectedly strong, holding her firmly in place.

Ai Mu looks down at her from above; the girl's face is still wet with tears, and her purple eyes are filled with poetry and wine.

“Look me in the eye when you speak.”

"I love Orihime," she said through gritted teeth, her voice trembling.

"Don't tilt your head, don't pretend to be stupid, and don't talk to me in that indifferent tone."

"You think a simple 'I'm sorry' is enough? You think that by putting on a gentle front and comforting me a bit, I'll obediently let you go?"

"Poetry and wine, what do you take me for?"

"I……"

The black-haired girl's lips moved as if she wanted to say something, but under the gaze of the girl who admired Orihime, she couldn't say anything.

Poetry and wine attempt to offer a different perspective.

"...I didn't consider you anything."

"Look at me!"

Ai Mu, suddenly leaning down, pressed her forehead heavily against Shi Yu Jiu's forehead, forcing her to look away.

Such vivid purple eyes were so close, their heavy force almost suffocating the poet and the wine.

"You clearly care about me."

The voice of the woman who loved Orihime was once again tinged with sobs.

"You're not a substitute for my sister."

"But……"

"But what?"

Ai Mu looked at the girl he was pinning down.

Are you so afraid to admit that you care about me?

Poetry and wine fell silent.

At this moment, only the rapid breathing of Ai Musashi and Shi Yushu remained in the room.

'Fear?'

Poetry and wine kept swirling in her mind, even though her current thinking ability was almost zero.

She wasn't... afraid to admit that she cared about and loved Orihime.

But after admitting it, will the other person respond to her as she expects?

Or perhaps I am still the atonement book used by the other party to atone for their sins?

younger sister,

younger sister?

younger sister? !

Why do you see me that way?

In the script at that time, she still had the right to be with him, but what about now?

Not strangers, not ordinary friends, but not... what are they?

Haha, she's probably not her sister...

This is infuriating...

But in the end, what right does she, with her poetry and wine, have to ask for more?

How can an awkward, useless person who can't even say "I like you" have the confidence to confirm someone else's feelings?

"You're thinking about those random things again."

The voice of Orihime, who admired her, interrupted her turbulent thoughts.

Poetry and Wine paused for a moment, then met the purple eyes so close to theirs.

"Your love is the same as mine, isn't it?"

Ai Mulan continued to press down on the black-haired girl beneath her.

"Ever since I looked at the stars that day, my eyes have become pessimistic whenever I think about things."

"...You're quite observant."

Poetry and wine somewhat awkwardly shifted their gaze.

"Because you always do this."

Ai Mu Zhi Ji released one of her hands that was holding Shi Yu Jiu's wrist and gently touched Shi Yu Jiu's furrowed brow with her fingertips.

"How could someone say something like 'I don't like Geminis'?"

The voice of the woman who admired Orihime gradually faded.

"What are you afraid of? Are you afraid I'll abandon you?"

"..."

Poetry and wine bit their lower lips.

The exhausted girl tried to deny everything, but she couldn't really deny everything.

"...all of them."

After a very long time, Poetry and Wine managed to squeeze out a few words from their throats.

The moment she admitted it, she felt as if all the bones in her body had been removed. A wave of uncontrollable soreness welled up in her eyes, but she desperately suppressed it.

Are you satisfied now?

She haphazardly covered her eyes with the back of her hand, her voice muffled.

"I'm just such a useless person."

"I just want what I want..."

At the end, her voice completely disappeared, and she began to sob uncontrollably.

Looking at the black-haired girl beneath her who was finally willing to reveal her inner thoughts, the tender-hearted woman, Orihime, was deeply moved.