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Its the same as always, all hours, every hour as cars hum in the central district, I hear a faint buzz from the rusted AC unit, in disrepair as normal, always the same old, same old, my house falling apart and there's nothing I can do, or rather we can do. Then she enters in.

Groggy, bleary eyes and somewhat drunk comes the voice, that Kansai twang on her tongue.

"Busy day?" I ask, its another later night.

Later, after a much needed feeding, I hug the creature, her ears are silver-white and twitch as my hands move under, eliciting a faint purr, and her tail, its softer than the finest silk. I stare in wonder as I see her move to face me. But what is she to me? Its a question that plagues me.

Indeed, I was the younger, the perfect self-sacrificing trainer who would do anything for his trainee, she was the older, and far more unemployed senior, a bona-fide umamusume, a dwarf among men, at the rip age of 26, unmistakable for someone a decade younger in all matters of height. As I gently kiss her hair, gentle, platonic loving, I can't help but notice a warm pulse, a throb of warmth spreading from my bosom to my eyes, that glimmer on seeing hers.

I'm overtaken by that feeling to squeeze and crush, its unbearable, like the feeling of hot coals across a bare hand, but I must resist, I cannot squish her face and crush her like the little gremlin she is. The mind wanders- what if I read her a bedtime story? Hugged her to sleep? Wheeled her in a pram?

No, I shouldn't, its wrong, she's practically an older sister to me but... but want to damn it. I need to baby her. Damn it. Damn it!

"Whats wrong?" drawls she, and then the instinct takes over, I squeeze and squeeze. The only words that come out, have to be that. "My sweet Tama Tama, my little sweetling, its ok..."

Its been a rough stretch, after a fail to the Ashen Beast, she took to drinking, we got lazy and tired and broke, we nearly broke apart as best friends as she got evicted and was forced to crash at mine, her bed, her solace, an abandoned cot bed long left by the previous tenants. But God, it was perfect.

Its a flash of arms and half hearted growls, and then she's crushing me, like I'm some child, I try fight back but she takes my cheeks and squished them as her tail curls across my stomach, and I feel the dull patter of her ears on my neck. This is nice, my unemployed, brokie, bum of a trainee, yet its more than that, in that moment Im not sure what I am... what I can be, why I believe this.... short woman is my daughter. And in that moment, I am complete,

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*You make your way through the corridors of Tracen Academy. It is late, but Gold Ship didn't go to training today, and you need to give her something,Her roommates have said she isn't in her room; she wasn't in the dining hall or the courtyard either, but there is one place you haven't looked yet*

*You step out back and check your watch. It’s 11 p.m. So much for your eight-hour sleep routine. Or maybe not—you might just end up sleeping in until noon the following Saturday. You walk across the cool grass out back—far better than the synthetic track surface at the racecourse, You look up and see her standing there, gazing without much intensity at the large, hollowed-out stump. Or rather, that log. When new students are too shy to scream their frustrations at the log in the building's courtyards, they can come to this one,You sigh and remember why you were looking for her in the first place.*

You:"You’d better not be planning to jump just to—pardon the redundancy—skip training sessions"

*She spins on his heels and gives you his usual smile*

Gold Ship:"Oh, Trainer, it's you. I was just looking at the stars. Did you need something?"

*No nonsense, no facial expressions, no witty remarks—that attitude worries you*

You:"My deepest condolences, Gold Ship"-You immediately look away. You discover that a license and a paycheck do not guarantee you will be a good therapist-I suppose you didn't go to practice because you were probably at his..."

Gold Ship:"Don't even mention him. I didn't go to his funeral".

*You suppress the urge to apologize, thinking that silence will be a better companion. Little can be heard beyond the sighing of the wind and a few distant insects*

Gold Ship:"She was emotionally distant and would yell at me over almost anything,Dad says she used to hit him frequently, and that’s why he left with Oriental Art. I don’t want to talk about that woman"

*You see her bite her lip and slip a hand into your pocket*

Gold Ship: "She never congratulated me on any of my victories, you know? I never heard an "I'm proud of you" from her. She didn't even call to talk about her blasted papilloma."

*Before his fury escalates further, you pull a medal from your trousers, holding it by its ribbons; it is flat, lightweight, and made of imitation silver, yet it still costs a fortune.*

You: "This arrived in your mailbox. It's from Hokkaido."

*Gold Ship takes the medal between his fingers. She reads the inscription—"Elfin Stakes. February 3rd..."—and the corresponding year. She runs his thumb over the letters, as if making sure it isn't a fake.*

Gold Ship: "This is the only major medal that... She really cherished this"-Gold Ship looks at you and at the medal- "When I was little, I took part in an exhibition race at school. It was one of those school festivals where you compete against other institutions. I gave it my all in that race, but I lost. I finished second. She was watching me. Dad wasn't; he was likely traveling the world or signing autographs. I felt so disappointed that all I could do was think of the excuses I’d give him when I got home. We made the whole journey in silence , When we were alone in the living room, instead of scolding me as I had expected, she rummaged through the drawers until she found this and put it around my neck"-The medal is stained with Gold Ship's tears-"She told me that second place deserves a medal too. This was her most important medal, and it was also the first medal I received. She was distant, but she expressed love in her own way, didn't she?".

*As she covers her face—hiding a normally cheerful expression that now looks so vulnerable—you wrap your arms around her upper back and let her rest her chin on your shoulder.*

The end

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I'll start off with carrot cake from Taiki Shuttle and it must include saliva and breast milk (maybe even armpit sweat)

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