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With Silence Suzuka’s return to Team Spica, everyone could sense the change in Special Week’s mood. The small —not so small— pony had become a little dog following her master everywhere.

For Suzuka herself, it wasn’t a problem; they had always had that kind of relationship, and considering she had already accomplished most of her goals abroad, she appreciated the warm company Special gave her.

However, the previous distance and the new closeness had created feelings, feelings that moved faster than Taiki Shuttle on a slope. And with Suzuka’s time away, Special learned a valuable lesson: “patience is a virtue,” and as the great general of Japan she was said to be, it was simply another weapon in war, even if perhaps it was a one-sided war.

Yet our little general, while she never lacked passion, lacked something more important: knowledge. A great disadvantage she had seen with her own eyes more times than she cared to admit.

But, as a student of Tracen Academy, she could compensate for that disadvantage with something as simple as asking. And who do you ask when you want to learn how to unravel your love? Obviously Fuji Kiseki, the self-proclaimed and widely recognized heartbreaker.

Special also considered asking her team, but it was a massive risk to her strategy, especially because Gold Ship was in the mix, and she had already suffered enough embarrassment when the entire school cheered for the hug she gave Suzuka after refusing to let her leave their shared room. No thank you.

—Good morning, Fuji-senpai.— Fuji’s ears perked up at the sound.

—Well, well, little pony! Strange not to see you glued to Suzuka right now.— A mischievous smile formed on the black-haired Uma’s face. Special, for her part, simply scratched her cheek in an attempt to control her blush. —I just wanted some advice, and I also don’t want Suzuka to get tired of having me around so much.— Fuji raised an eyebrow. —Advice, huh? What kind of advice are we talking about?— Now even more interested, she gestured for Special Week to come into her room—which, even though she currently had no roommate, was an advantage for moments like this.

Checking both sides of the hallway, the purple-eyed girl entered cautiously. The room was similar to hers, only a bit smaller. She sat on the square stool she already knew well.

—Because of my upbringing, you know I miss… a lot of things about Umamusumes.— Fuji nodded. —So I wanted to ask about traditions or events that are popular among Umas.— The dorm supervisor scratched her chin. —I suppose the academy hasn’t given you much cultural information, huh?— she said, placing a hand on her hip. Special nodded softly.

—Well, considering the time of year… you know about Valentine’s Day, right?— Special nodded again, but with much more enthusiasm. —I received a lot of chocolate, and everything was really delicious!— Fuji couldn’t help but laugh at her simplicity, then look at the pile of chocolate boxes still sitting in a corner. —I still have way too much chocolate… but that’s not the point.— Fuji refocused. —There’s a tradition mostly kept by Umas, though it’s lost a bit of popularity. It’s called the “Spring Dance.”—

Special’s ears shot up like two sticks.

—It’s in three days, and it’s not exactly a dance, but we call it that because of what you had to do. It was like a second chance for the ones who were too shy on Valentine’s Day, precisely.—

—And what do you do?—

—Umas ask the person they like to run with them. Since it was so popular among Umas, it was also nicknamed the “Lily Dance.” This “race”— Fuji added air quotes with her fingers. —Was like a courtship dance, and before it became popular that only Umas could do it with other Umas… though I think that’s silly, but whatever.— Fuji snorted with mild disdain. —The Spring Dance is, practically speaking, coordination between two Umas or an Uma and a person. And since most people watched from afar, it looked like a dance, so there aren’t really any specific steps. The usual thing is running around the other person, chasing them, being chased, like a romantic tag game.—

—And why isn’t it as popular anymore? I’d love to watch something like that!— Fuji laughed again at how expressive Special’s ears were, drooping like a kicked puppy.

—I’d say mainly because watching it isn’t the same as doing it.— The older Uma leaned against the door. —Before, it was seen as a way to show stamina and speed, but many girls get embarrassed and don’t want to be seen in public.—

The ringing of the school bell shook both Umas, making them realize they’d been talking for quite a while.

—Guess I rambled a bit. Sorry, little pony.— She opened the door.

—It’s fine! I learned a lot, so thank you, Fuji-senpai.— It seemed the little general now had a mission.

Lunch, as always, consisted of casual conversations, plans for later, and lots of food. Surely half of the academy’s budget went into this area, but it was something Special enjoyed with every fiber of her being. Not that she didn’t miss her mother’s home cooking, there were things only her mom could make, but the academy chefs came close enough.

And just as Fuji had said, none of her friends had mentioned the Spring Dance.

It was true that Special was one of the most innocent in the group, surpassed only by Haru when she joined them, so with that in mind, she took a large bite of her mountain of rice and asked cautiously:

—Girls, do you know about the Spring Dance?—

—Well, I didn’t think you’d know about that, Spe.— Seiun Sky took a sip of her drink, surprised that the airheaded Special knew about the topic.

—I found out this morning, actually. I ran into Fuji-senpai at the door and she told me about it.— Special tried to hide her nervous voice by chewing loudly. —What do you think of it? Fuji-senpai said it used to be really popular.—

—It’s true it’s just a shadow of what it used to be.— Grass answered.

—Honestly, I’m too lazy. I already run enough in races.— Seiun leaned on the table.

—And it’s too childish! Thinking they looked at that with loving eyes… it’s just running around and playing.— King Halo replied haughtily.

—Well, that was the point. Even if it looks childish, asking someone to run with you is almost like confessing your love.— The light-brown-haired Grass looked at King Halo to get her to calm down, and Grass’s icy stare was never a good sign.

El Cóndor Pasa, who had finally arrived with her food, sat down. —Ooh! What did I miss? It’s unusual for Grass to be killing someone with her eyes and not me.— Her half-foreign half-Japanese accent was almost as iconic as her mask.

—You shouldn’t be proud of that.—

Cóndor laughed proudly.

—We were just talking about the Spring Dance.— Special looked at her.

—Spring Dance?— Cóndor repeated like a parrot.

—So long living here and you STILL don’t know the traditions, El— And there it was: Grass’s icy glare at her usual victim.

—U-understand that I’m more focused on running than on whatever those dances are about, Grass! Besides, the only dances I know are salsa and bachata.—

—Condors may have sharp beaks, but apparently not sharp tongues.— Seiun laughed maliciously.

Grass held back a bit of laughter at Seiun’s comment, coughed to regain composure. —Well, the Spring Dance is basically running with your partner. Although, like you said, I do hope whoever asks you knows at least some bachata.—

El Cóndor paused, processing the information.

—Romantic running? Hey, that doesn’t sound so bad!— She could already picture it. —And if you want, I could teach you! It’s not so hard once you follow the rhythm.— Grass’s gaze turned even icier. —O-or maybe not, ahem!— She coughed to avoid Grass’s stare.

—Are you going to ask someone to the dance, Spe?— Grass looked at her kindly, a look she seemed to reserve only for Special. But the question caught Special completely off guard, making her choke on air.

—I d-don’t think so! I haven’t really thought about it until now… I found out this morning after all.— Seiun, in solidarity, handed her some of her water, which Special accepted gratefully. —It just makes me sad that nobody seems to want to do it anymore… or well, not many people.—

—I imagine Fuji-san mentioned it because she was the one who used to organize it, almost like Valentine’s Day.— Grass added useful context for Special’s young mind.

—My mom says it was the only time she saw Fuji-san serious about something other than running.— King Halo said after a long silence. —But we Umas eventually got more invested in Valentine’s Day and then White Day. So I guess that explains its decline.—

—Pretty accurate, yes.— A voice the group knew well approached their table. None other than Maruzensky. —Who would’ve thought I’d hear girls talking about the Spring Dance again.— She finished with a polite laugh.

—Well, I just wanted to know if more Umas knew about it.— Special said shyly.

—I imagine Fuji told you something about it.— Maruzensky smiled softly. —It was a highly anticipated event, and Fuji inherited it from her own senpai, so she organized it with extra care.— She placed a hand on her cheek and sighed with a hint of nostalgia. —It was always lovely to see young Umas running around. Even Rudolf took part at her peak.—

—The president did it?! I can’t even picture that.— El Cóndor blurted out, saying what everyone at the table was thinking.

—Right? I suppose even Rudolf has a romantic streak, hehe.—

But before they could continue, the bell rang like a roar.

—Oops! Guess I talked too much.— Maruzensky said as if it had all been intentional. —Enjoy your day, girls.—

A silence lingered as her steps faded away.

Until El Cóndor broke it.

—Ha! Who would’ve thought the presi liked the love dance?—

—Maybe you should take your own advice, El— Grass was already leaving, now confusing El Cóndor.

—Eh!? W-wait, Grass!— El’s tail was wagging like a dog that had been given steak instead of bones.

Team Spica was training at an easier pace. None of them had upcoming races, so it was a good chance to calm the nerves bubbling inside Special.

Now the question was how to get information out of Suzuka without being too obvious. Special knew perfectly well that lying was not her strong suit, and during meals her voice didn’t tremble enough to be suspicious—a useful advantage she no longer had.

She was on enemy terrain. If she mentioned anything too directly, the others would surely find out, and Special would very much prefer not to be kidnapped for interrogation.

As if some goddess had read her thoughts, Teio, Vodka, and Scarlett started talking about the topic.

Perfect salvation!

—Hey girls! Why so much commotion?—

—Not sure if you’ve heard the news, but the Spring Dance is coming up soon!— Teio gestured dramatically as always. —Prez took part once! Or so I’ve heard, so I wanted to try it this year.— Although her enthusiasm quickly melted. —The only problem is… well, I don’t. I don’t have a partner.— Her ears drooped.

—I’m surprised, considering how popular you are, Teio.— Vodka still looked impressed. —I mean, the Arima Kinen was kind of your big breakthrough, so to speak.—

—I know! A girl would also like to get confessed to once in a while.— She pouted slightly, her gaze drifting toward McQueen and Gold Ship in the background doing… something.

—I honestly couldn’t do it.— Scarlett shivered. —Just imagining myself running around like an idiot out there… oh god, I’d die of embarrassment!—

—The issue is that you don’t have the guts to ask someone, and your ego is massive.— Her nemesis teased, making Scarlett’s tail bristle. —Oh, really!? And what about YOU? Isn’t there anyone you want to ask? Or are you just a big coward? Hmm~?—

The spark was lit—Vodka was combustible, and soon they might have been reenacting a courtship ritual of their own.

—I really missed this, honestly. Vodka and Scarlett always have so much energy. Don’t you think so, Spe-chan?— Like a radar, Special’s ears locked onto the voice; obviously Suzuka. She could only respond with an almost robotic laugh.

—A-and you, Suzuka? What do you think?— Her voice trembled slightly as she redirected her gaze to McQueen and Gold Ship, assuming Gold must have done something to deserve that wrestling lock McQueen was applying.

Suzuka’s warm silence enveloped her. She looked at Special Week, then at the colorful group of friends around them.

—To be honest… I really like the Spring Dance. My mother used to tell me stories of how she watched her friends do it, and even the time she tried it herself.— A soft smile curled her lips. —And still… I don’t think I could do it. I love running, but running alone for myself isn’t the same as running with someone.— She sighed gently. —And I’m not fond of too many people around me because of the noise. And I think I’ve had enough of that ever since everyone screamed so loudly at our hug back then.— Although her answer was shy and leaning toward a refusal, her tail swung softly, brushing lightly against Special’s.

—Maybe my competitive side wouldn’t let me enjoy it much anyway… I’d turn it into a real race, and I wouldn’t want to outpace my partner if after all, it’s a dance, right?—

Special’s ears tried to stay upright, but they wavered downward. The booming voice of Gold Ship was just quick enough to grab everyone’s attention.

She pointed firmly toward the stands, where two very familiar Umas stood—known for supporting each other in races and often running ahead together, or as many called them, “The baka escaping duo.”

Mejiro Palmer, her hand extended—not as firm as she would have liked, since her pulse was visibly shaking—but steady enough to look into Daitaku Helios’s eyes.

From where Team Spica stood, they couldn’t hear the conversation, but judging by gestures, Helios was clearly taken by surprise.

The tension was palpable. It wasn’t her confession, but Special felt it in her bones. And when Helios, shyly but joyfully, took Palmer’s hand and pulled her into a hug, Special felt the air return to her lungs, as if a heavy stone had lifted off her chest.

Palmer’s trembling shoulders made it obvious she was crying—probably from happiness. Helios gently wiped her tears and, as if no one else existed, darted off running playfully, immediately followed by a still-flustered Palmer giving chase.

A loud slap echoed nearby, and judging by McQueen’s pained expression, Gold Ship had delivered it enthusiastically.

—Ha! Who would've thought a Mejiro would have the audacity to confess publicly like that?—

McQueen’s nerves were being tested, hard. A vein was dangerously close to popping on her forehead.

—Hm! Palmer never cared much for traditions, but I don’t think it’s bad at all.— She looked toward the pair fondly. —Considering the way she talked about Helios… the signs were always there.—

—Although the way they’re acting, doesn’t it look like that old tradition of playing tag? What was it called? Ah… hmm… I feel like it’s at the tip of my tongue.— Gold Ship stuck her tongue out genuinely, thinking.

—It’s the Spring Dance!— Teio said as she approached the two white-haired girls. —Though today isn’t the actual date, so I assume they’re just being themselves.—

Special felt the urge to hold her chest; a dull thump drowned everything out around her. It was mesmerizing. Even if it wasn’t exactly the same, this—this feeling—this vision… this was what she wanted to do with Suzuka. Helios’s conspiratorial smile, Palmer’s genuine joy, simply existing together in their own language, their shared language. A language she didn’t speak as fluently as Suzuka and she realized maybe this wasn’t the time or place.

—Spe…?—

Silence.

—Special?—

—Uh? Ah! S-sorry Suzuka! I-I spaced out.— Suzuka’s worried eyes didn’t help calm her nerves. —I-it was just so mesmerizing to watch them that I was a little stunned!— She waved her hands like an apology. Suzuka glanced at the pair, then at Special again, she seemed to understand.

—Alright! All of you, stop staring at other Umas and get some laps in! Light doesn’t mean lazy!— the trainer yelled from the fence, candy in his mouth as usual.

Everyone shouted “Yesss!” energetically, setting their engines in motion. And yet, Special Week couldn’t help but notice her own engine was slow.

The morning passed like lightning, lightning that actually struck Special’s heart. She was genuinely happy for the couple, of course, but inside her, a bitter feeling coated her tongue.

Jealousy.

Suzuka had given perfectly valid reasons, not only looking after herself, but even being considerate of this imaginary partner Special had built in her head.

And the time limit, so close yet so far, soured her mood. It was incredible how bright she’d been earlier, only to now feel like a shattered light bulb, fragile like her expectations.

Not wanting her bad mood to affect anyone at the academy, she could only confide in one person: her mother. And honestly, she didn’t think she could hold it in much longer, her young heart sometimes wanted quick answers, especially after waiting so long for Suzuka to be close to her again.

A comically long phone cord pressed against her ear as she anxiously waited for the call to be picked up.

Her mother’s surprise was immediate upon recognizing her voice, but just as quickly, a contagious joy spread through the speaker. Childish or not, Special desperately wanted a hug.

—Special, is everything okay?— Her mother’s voice was gentle, reading her daughter effortlessly. —I’m not complaining about you calling unexpectedly! You just sound a bit down.—

Her ears drooped heavily, like those of an injured puppy. —Sorry, mom. I just… do you happen to know about the Spring Dance?—

—Oh! It’s been ages since I heard that.—

—Huh?—

—Yes, yes, your mother did it once.—

A surprised laugh escaped her. —I didn’t imagine YOU doing something like that, mom!—

—Not me, silly!— She laughed too. —Your other mother, Spe-chan.— Her tone softened into something almost melancholic.

—Oh… OH— Special’s tail swished excitedly. —R-really?—

—To be honest, remembering it makes me laugh about your idiot father again.— Special had no memories of her father. As her mother always said, he left as soon as he learned she’d be an Umamusume. For many, that would be a blessing, especially since her chances of being an Uma were high anyway, given her biological mother was one too. And yet he vanished. —Your mother asked your father back then, and it was hilariously awful.— The bitterness disappeared, replaced by amused scorn. —I always told you she was never interested in running.— She paused, sighing at the obvious truth. —And as you’ve seen, I need a motorcycle to keep up with you, right?—

—Uh-huh?—

—Just imagine an Uma circling around someone who has absolutely no idea what’s going on!— Special heard her mother burst out laughing. —I could see the spirals in his eyes! PFF!—

—Oh mom…— Special sighed softly. If her mother could see her face now, she’d know she also found it funny.

—But if it helps you, for this kind of thing you don’t need to be equally capable or equally fast. Spe, the person, or Uma, you ask to dance just needs one thing: to like you back.— Her mother’s voice steadied, using that maternal tone she reserved for when Special doubted her abilities.

—I-I never said–!—

—You didn’t have to, sweetheart. I raised you. You’re an open book to me.— And though Special tried to protest, she knew her mother was right.

—Maybe I didn’t answer everything you’re confused about, or maybe I did. What’s important now is whether you want to take that risk or not.— She paused, then added with a soft chuckle. —You’ll have to tell me if Suzuka accepts your proposal or not. And tell her she’s welcome to visit Hokkaidō anytime. Good night, honey!—

Special opened her mouth to reply, but the call had already ended. Her mother truly knew her inside out. And yes, she did mention Suzuka a lot in her letters early on, but that was because they were roommates and because of everything that happened with Suzuka’s leg! Perfectly normal!

With those words on her lips, she let out a groan that was a mixture of exhaustion and embarrassment.

Her ears perked up suddenly, footsteps approached. She tensed, then relaxed upon seeing the two Umas from that morning.

Helios was talking with the kind of enthusiasm that could rival any conversation Teio had about Rudolf, and Palmer listened with a syrup-sweet smile.

—C-congratulations on your relationship!— She hadn’t realized she’d raised her voice until both Umas turned toward her, wide-eyed.

They smiled shyly and approached.

—I assume you’re Special Week. McQueen speaks about her team with a lot of fondness… most of the time, haha.— Palmer extended her hand, which Special quickly shook. —Thank you for the congratulations. It caught both of us off guard.—

—Though I’m not complaining about your style! That’s great enthusiasm for the academy’s best duo!— Helios grinned proudly.

Special’s tail wagged in timid circles. She looked around to make sure no one else was nearby—she didn’t want to ask something too personal.

She swallowed her nerves. —Can I ask you something, if it’s not too much trouble?—

The pair exchanged a glance, then Helios gave a thumbs-up. —Go ahead! We don’t bite.—

—It’s just a small question. A-and you don’t have to answer if it’s uncomfortable!— Her tail was now a nervous helicopter.

—Team Spica saw your confession.— Palmer scratched her neck. —And I got curious about what happened after.—

—When Pal cried?— Helios tilted her head.

—Helios!—

—No! Not that part! After that! After that!— Special lowered her voice., they were in the dorm wing after all. —The part when you started chasing each other.—

—Oooh! That! What about it?— Helios asked innocently. Palmer’s expression, however, suggested she had caught on.

—Maybe it was a coincidence, but it looked like you two were doing the Spring Dance. I know it wasn’t the right day or anything, but from afar… it looked like it.— Special fidgeted with her fingers. —So I didn’t know if it was intentional or just pure luck.—

—Spring Dance? Palmer. We have a dance in spring and you didn’t tell me?!— Helios sounded betrayed, while Palmer averted her gaze, embarrassed.

—I-it’s not like I didn’t want to tell you, I-I just… since it isn’t celebrated much anymore, it was just a normal confession… b-but your cute face and the way you ran off made me want to chase you…— Palmer hid her face against Helios’s head.

—But I don’t even know what the Spring Dance is! And you know I love dances and music, Pal.— She used her sweetest voice.

—Uuugh…— Palmer scrunched her eyes shut and covered her ears. —Fine! I wanted to ask you on the actual day of the dance! I got nervous and blurted everything out on the stands! Happy now!?—

Special assumed that this was what McQueen meant when she said that Palmer likes to break more traditions, although rather than liking it, it seemed more like she had problems with nerves in the moment.

—Wellp~ now you owe me a dance, right? We can put music! Imagine if they let us add lights! And paint! Let’s make everything glow!!— Helios was already planning the entire event when Palmer grabbed her hand.

—Could we do it more intimately? I don’t mind your clubbing tendencies, but I’d like it to be something more… you and me. Is that okay?— Her puppy eyes dealt +5 LP (Love Points) damage to Helios.

—O-okay! Sure! But I at least want music. A dance without music is nothing.— She puffed her cheeks.

—Though it’s not actually a dance.— Special interrupted.

—It’s NOT?! Then why is it called a “dance” if you don’t actually dance?!— Helios looked disappointed.

—Because the idea is chasing and playing with your partner. From afar, it looks like a dance. Why do you think Special asked us about it?— Palmer exhaled in a short laugh, realizing her girlfriend had only remembered “party.”

—I’m honestly a little jealous now.— Special muttered. Not loud enough for them to hear, except they did, and their intimate smiles warmed her chest. —I also had someone in mind to ask… and even though I got answers, they weren’t favorable.—

Helios, in perfect disregard of personal space, slung an arm over Special’s shoulders.

—If I’m honest, I was afraid too. Afraid of falling behind. It’s natural when the girl you like is so talented.— Special smiled faintly. —You just have to find a rhythm where both of you can sync. And I don’t just mean running!—

—The nerves will always be there, though.— Palmer added, acting like a perfect senpai.

—For me, the nerves go away when I sing at the top of my lungs and go all out on the dance floor!— Helios stepped forward and danced enthusiastically. —When the lights and neon paint illuminate everything, and it’s just you and the music, giving it your all… it’s the best feeling!—

Palmer instinctively hugged Helios from behind like a seatbelt.

Their conversation had relaxed Special more than she expected. Her mother had said the same. But now Helios’s words clicked in her head—like the missing piece of a puzzle.

—Helios, repeat what you just said!—

—About the nerves going away on the dance floor?— Helios turned.

—A little after that! When you described the party.—

—Oh! The part about the lights and neon paint glowing in the dark?—

—THAT! That’s it!— Special’s excited squeal left both girlfriends wide-eyed.

—Do you know anywhere that has that kind of paint?— Special’s voice dripped with urgency.

This time Helios caught on before Palmer did. A sly smile spread across her face. —I like how you think bestie, Spe! Got paper and pen?—

The next day was a blur. Running back and forth. Calling in favors. Attending classes while preparing everything without being noticed.

But now that day was gone. Tonight, her plan, her strategy, would finally take shape.

She wasn’t waiting for sunlight. She was waiting for darkness, when defenses lowered and opportunities opened.

Throughout the day, Helios and Palmer performed their Spring Dance, with music of course. Palmer was the more embarrassed at first, but once she warmed up, she nearly matched Helios’s chaotic energy.

But today’s most confused Uma was none other than Suzuka.

The orange-haired girl had invited her dear roommate out to dinner the night before, her favorite restaurant. And to her surprise, Special had declined.

Her explanation had been simple: “Fuji-senpai asked me for a favor and I’ll be busy all day.” It wasn’t a lie… but it wasn’t the whole truth either. For Suzuka, it felt like a small but sharp sting. She didn’t deny her closeness with Special; in fact—though she’d never admit it aloud—she recognized how needy she’d become for Special’s attention. Being with her was simple. Comforting. Knowing that if she ran ahead, very close behind would be Special Week… it made her happy.

Despite her mixed feelings, Team Spica remained as lively as always.

Gold Ship and Teio bothering McQueen. Vodka and Scarlett arguing—acting like an old married couple half the time. And since the trainer said he’d be busy today, they could take a lighter session and leave. Suzuka didn’t mind; she could always run on her own. But she had grown fond of the tempo around these peculiar Umas.

After stretching, Suzuka headed to change, passing by the trainer’s office to tell him she was done. As she reached for the door, she heard voices—Special and the trainer.

Special was thanking him for something.

Suzuka wasn’t the type to snoop; that was Gold Ship’s specialty. She hesitated, unsure whether she should open the door.

The longer she waited, the more she understood. Something about not having much time. The trainer laughing and saying there was nothing wrong with youthful foolishness.

Not wanting to intrude further, Suzuka knocked and pushed the door open with sudden resolve.

Special jumped with a startled squeak. Both she and the trainer looked nervous.

—Everything okay? I hope I didn’t overhear something private accidentally…—

—Oh, don’t worry. Special just wanted to add some more intense training.—

—Y-yes, exactly! Remember how I said Fuji-senpai asked me for help? Part of it was my training.— Special’s tail wagged rapidly.

—Running in different types of terrain helps build endurance, so I asked Special to try urban environments.— The trainer cracked the candy in his mouth. —So don’t worry, Suzuka. You didn’t interrupt anything serious.—

They were terrible liars. But either Suzuka bought it or realized she couldn’t dig deeper.

—I just came to say I’m done training and heading to the showers.— She looked at Special, who seemed unusually flushed. —And I think you should shower too, Spe-chan. I don’t want you getting sick.—

It was a simple comment, yet Special’s cheeks reddened further.

—Y-you’re right! I’ll go now, trainer! Thanks again!— She bowed and hurried to Suzuka, who still held the door open.

The showers weren’t far, but the air felt heavy, like a taut guitar string.

They glanced at each other from the corner of their eyes.

—Suzuka, I… / Special, I…— They spoke in unison.

Silence settled in before both burst into laughter. It had never happened before—they hadn’t imagined it could.

—Oh god! Go first, Suzuka.— Special twirled her hand.

—Then I will.— Suzuka rubbed her arm softly. —I know we couldn’t go out yesterday because of your training and the favor Fuji asked of you, so I thought maybe we could do it today.— She looked away, shy. —Only if you want to, of course.—

Special’s mouth opened and closed like a fish. She slapped her cheeks to speak properly.

—I really wish I could accept.— Her voice dripped with regret. —But I couldn’t finish what Fuji-senpai asked yesterday, so…— She took Suzuka’s hands and smiled warmly. —But tomorrow I’ll be completely and exclusively free for you!— Realizing what she had done, she recoiled as if burned. Suzuka would never admit it out loud, but she already missed the warmth of those hands. —I-if you still want to, I mean.—

—That would be wonderful, Special.— Suzuka hid her sadness behind her soft voice. She had a feeling this delay might hurt later, emotionally this time. —Let’s take that shower, okay?—

Suzuka entered first.

Special lingered behind, scanning their surroundings carefully. She opened her locker, where two outfits were perfectly folded: her racing uniform and Suzuka’s. Or rather, a replica of both.

She grabbed her own school,uniform and closed the locker.

Everything was going according to plan.

The day passed both painfully slow and terrifyingly fast. At times, it felt like a meteor was about to crash; at others, like a lone desert tumbleweed rolling without direction.

Night finally fell. Umas dressed in pajamas, stomachs full from dinner.

Special went to see Fuji again for final details.

When she revealed her plan, Fuji’s eyes turned from plates to lit candles.

She did have to pull some strings, Hishi Amazon had been her ally before, so that wasn’t too hard.

Though she remembered how Narita almost snapped her neck once, so, she hoped this fate wouldn’t fall on her again as dorm supervisor.

—I know the plan is what it is.— Fuji handed her a copy of the dorm key. —But try not to come back too late, okay?—

—I’ll try!—

—Romance is a strategy of patience, Fuji. You must give it time.— Hishi lectured.

—I just worry for the safety of my residents.— Fuji replied proudly. —Best of luck, my dear pony. Give it your all out there!—

Every nerve in Special’s body vibrated. No turning back now.

She returned to the dorm.

—Everything okay?— Suzuka was lying on her bed, reading.

—Yes! Fuji just thanked me for the help.— Special stretched, a yawn escaping. —I think I’m going to sleep early.—

—Then I’ll turn off the lights.—

—Good night, Suzuka.—

—Good night.—

It was all an act.

The lights went out. Under her blanket, Special trembled. Her ears, like radios, tuned in to every movement Suzuka made across the room.

Hours passed. Endless hours.

Suzuka’s breathing, soft, steady, filled the darkness.

The clock mocked her with every tick. When it struck midnight, Special rose. Quiet steps carried her to Suzuka’s bed. She remembered their first days—how she had unknowingly fallen asleep clinging to Suzuka. Thinking of it now made her want to hug her again.

But she restrained herself.

With utmost care, she shook Suzuka gently.

—Suzuka~ — She knelt beside the bed. —Suzuka, wake up~ —

Suzuka, deep in sleep, heard her name being whispered.

—Spe…?— She mumbled, groggy and confused.

Special asked her to put on the tracksuit and trust her. The orange-haired girl, thinking that perhaps all this was part of a feverish dream, just nodded. She was a little slow, as she wasn't used to getting up so early to go running, and her body still felt numb, but with Special's careful guidance, they managed to put on the tracksuits together.

Then Special approached like someone calming a scared animal, and with a gentle touch, tied a blindfold (courtesy of her previous kidnapping) around Suzuka’s eyes.

Suzuka tensed. She now knew this wasn’t a dream. But Special reassured her with a voice like velvet, asking her to follow her hand. And how could she refuse, when Special held her hand so softly?

Wanting nothing more than to stay close to her, Suzuka grasped her hand firmly. Together, in silence, they slipped outside.

The night was cold. But tonight, the cold was comforting.

Outside the dorms, Special lifted Suzuka into her arms, making Suzuka cling tightly from the sudden shock. Every drop of cold melted against Special’s warm body.

Under each passing streetlamp, Suzuka could hear Special’s breath, steady, determined. Not a single word was spoken, leaving Suzuka in a fog of anticipation.

She almost drifted back to sleep until a door opened and bright ceiling lights flooded her senses. Special, as if handling something sacred, lowered her gently and removed the blindfold.

Suzuka blinked, trying to focus on the blurry figure before her.

Special smiled broadly, knowing that if she spoke now she could ruin everything, so she just showed them the clothes that were on the benches near them. Their running clothes. The official ones.

Special motioned for Suzuka to put hers on. She did the same.

The white light was blinding. Suzuka wanted to ask questions, but Special’s pleading gaze silenced her. Cruel, unfair, but irresistible. She obeyed.

Once dressed, Special took her hand again. Her grip trembled, but it was a determined trembling.

She guided her carefully, this time without carrying her.

The cold of the night returned to her body, and she felt her breath coming out of her mouth like a cloud as she let Special guide her like a current of air.

And then she noticed it: the deeper they went into the wooded area, the more Special's clothes glowed. Every white part glowed with a neon aura, and she quickly realized that her own clothes were the same, even her headband glowed in the cloak of night. Even her shoes!

She spun in place, mesmerized by the light dancing across her clothes. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Special smiling, soft and warm.

Special laughed.

She drew in the cold air.

Exhaled a glowing cloud.

And she looked at her, looked at her with eyes shining just as brightly.

—Have the Spring Dance with me, Silence Suzuka.—

Suzuka forgot to breathe.

—I know today isn’t technically the day, but I thought this way, no one would be watching.— Special raised her hand, no longer shaking. Gentle. Certain.

—They call me the general of Japan and you the otherworldly front-runner, and I have waited a long time for you to be in this dimension, because I want to conquer you, because I don't want you to run away anymore.— She knelt, the damp grass soaking her knee.

—Silence Suzuka. Will you let me conquer your heart?—

Suzuka covered her mouth. This was so cheesy and so Special that her lungs could only let out a laugh, a loud laugh, because now she understood why her heart was so in need of Special Week, so demanding. So, unable to hold back what her heart was asking for any longer, she took Special's hand, pulled her toward herself, and hugged her with a force that Special would feel in training.

But it was worth every damn second, melting into the warmth she had come to love, more than first place, more than the need to be first, she finally understood that she didn't just want to be ahead, she wanted to be by Special's side. Her Special Week.

—I-is that a yes?— Special’s tail wagged like a nervous puppy. —Because I don’t think my heart can take your silence any longer, Suzuka.—

Suzuka silenced her with a kiss. Special froze, ears and tail standing like mountain peaks.

—I hope that answers your question.— Suzuka whispered against the cold air between them. —And if you still have doubts…— Her arms slid around Special’s shoulders. —Yes. I accept.—

If their clothes were shining, now their faces were warm too, and not just to ward off the cold. Special, following the example of what happened in movies, wrapped her arms around Suzuka from behind, genuinely dancing a slow dance.

Then, overwhelmed, she pulled away quickly, her entire body a blazing bonfire. Suzuka smiled mischievously, happily claiming that fire. Special wouldn’t let Suzuka take all the initiative. She booped Suzuka’s red nose and sprinted across the dark field. Suzuka reacted a second late, then grinned from ear to ear and chased after her glowing star.

—You! Cheater!— Suzuka could feel herself chasing more than just a silhouette. She was chasing a wish. A star.

Special laughed, lungs and heart racing. Suzuka caught up fast. Special skidded, turned, circled her. They fell into a loop, chasing, being chased.

When Special suddenly stopped and lifted Suzuka into another embrace, she finally understood the magic. This was a dance. A dance of hearts. Their language. Their rhythm.

One chased. The other showed affection. Then the roles reversed.

Suzuka wasn’t afraid of going fast. Not when Special understood every part of her and knew exactly how to reach her. 

Special felt her heart so full she doubted she could eat for a week.

When they finally slowed down. Gold Ship’s voice boomed across the field. And somehow there was a whole line of Umas watching.

—CONGRATULATIONS TO THE HAPPY COUPLE!!!—

Of course it was Gold Ship. She had already started selling merch.

Special panicked, looking at Suzuka.

—T-this wasn’t part of the plan, Suzuka! I swear!— That was the whole reason she did it at night!

Suzuka intertwined her tail with her lover and sighed.

—Well, General… don’t you have to prove you’ve just conquered someone?—

Special’s eyes widened in panic.

—S-Suzuka! T-that–! I– I–!—

She stuttered violently, face red as neon paint.

Suzuka only smiled, kissed her nose, and let the warmth between them linger, cold, bright, and loved in equal measure.