She shaked a bit in her current position, still positioned under her 'rival' and her extremely soft thighs, still embarrassed by the overall position and the state of her own thoughts.
The worst part about it was that the rest of the racers were just now reaching the final straight so she couldn't just leave randomly, she was stuck, in this devilishly soft trap, until they arrived and the worst part about it all was that the audience was silent, well except for one person who was screaming and raging like a lunatic screaming 'precious'.
Her face was heating up, damn it.
Her cool aura that she tried so hard to build was being destroyed by nothing but a single moment!
But… that wasn't even the worst part, no, she could feel someone looking at her with an intensity that she couldn't explain, after all, who could have such a strong reaction to this? And to her specifically?
It didn't make sense, it just didn't, at least not to her… wait.
Did Hope already have a girlfriend?
Please don't let it be so! Please oh three goddesses! Don't let it be so!
Please I… I can't explain it, no right now at least, but… but she didn't want that! She didn't want that!
She can't go back to her pillow anymore! Compared to Hope's soft thighs it would feel like sleeping on a wall!
Please!
Please oh goddesses!
…
She breathed calmly, softly smiling to herself as she looked at her rival's red face, she wouldn't deny saying that she was cute compared to most other umas that she interacts with, well except for Orfy after all how could the moon ever compare to the sun?
Ah but that was neither here nor there, it didn't really matter, she won the race after all, and normally the victor should have a wish granted to them by the loser. Well… that's something that her mom told her so she wasn't sure…
Anyways, she wanted to have her rival rest on her lap, because she seemed like she was in pain so it made sense for her to do it, it was the only right thing to do after all, she looked like she was in pain, and whenever she was in pain, her old man would comfort her, this just so happened to be a way she knew comforted some people.
She hummed with a smile and looked downwards… why did it look like her rival was praying?
And if she was what for?
Was she praying for a better performance later?
She looked up once more and saw that the other racers had finally arrived to the finish line, many of them seemed to be panting, probably because they lost their nerve early on and accelerated too early to try and catch up to the extreme pace. Which made sense, it was a normal mistake to make but it was a bit dissapointing, she had honestly expected a bit better from them.
After all, they should have known what they were signing up for when they joined a race with her in it.
She sighed softly for a moment, before looking down with a smile and lightly tapping her praying rival on the head.
After seeing her open her eyes to look up, she gave a soft smile and tuck in a strand of her hair as she spoke, "The others made it, you should probably get up now. Right, Reve d'Essor?"
She looked at her rival as she suddenly froze and stuttered out a meek, 'yeah'.
…
How… how… HOW DARE THAT DAMNED SECOND PLACE FINISHED ENJOY THAT SPOT!
"Oru… you should calm down a bit," her sister tried to calm her down.
"HOW CAN I!" She said through gritted teeth her eyes never leaving the usurpers form and her damned happy smile as she got up off of the gift from the goddesses that her beloved was, "I KNOW FOR A FACT THAT THAT DAMNED USURPER WAS PROBABLY PRAYING TO THE GODDESSES TO STEAL WHAT IS RIGHTFULLY MINE!"
"But Oru," her sister said a strained expression on her face, "Hope started it."
"SO WHAT!" She screamed out ignoring the jester that was Agnes Digital who was simply enjoying the show and saying 'precious' every five seconds, "IT DOESN'T CHANGE THE FACT THAT THAT DAMNED USURPER IS STILL ATTEMPTING TO TAKE WHAT IS RIGHTFULLY MINE!"
"Oru…" her sister said with a tired expression as she noticed some spectators including a certain white haired sibling of theirs looking at them after all the commotion.
"USURPER, HUSSY, B—"
"Oru," her sister cut her off, "We should go reserve our spots for the winners live, who knows maybe with some luck Reve d'Essor will fall and break her ankle!"
She paused at that, "Yes, yes that would be nice, thank you sister."
"No problem Oru."
"Trainer," she said as she finally deigned to grant her trainer the honor of being watched by her, "Let us go witness my beloveds winner live. It would be poor etiquette to arrive there after the rest."
"Yes, let us go, Trainer Ikezoe," her sister said as she grabbed his arm with a smile.
The man merely sighed before nodding his head and being led to the winner lives location.
Truly, Ikezoe has no autonomy.
…
"Poor Ikezoe…" she heard her trainer say as he looked somewhere in the stands.
"What is it Trainer?"
"Ah Suzuka. It's nothing, I just feel like Ikezoe is suffering once more."
She tilted her head, "What do you mean?"
"Well…"
"He means that poor Ikezoe drew a poor hand nothing more nothing less Suzuka."
A… familiar voice said from behind her, a very familiar, voice, one she hadn't heard since she was 10.
"Grampa?!" She said as she turned around.
"Hi Suzuka, nice to see you here." Her grandpa said with a soft smile on his face.
"W-what are you doing here!??!?!"
She looked to her side and saw that even her trainer was shocked, "I thought you were in the hospital still!"
"Well… I was still in the hospital, but when I heard that my adopted daughter was racing in her first G1 I had to come Okino, it would be rude not to."
"Your adopted daughter?!?!" She couldn't help but scream out loud.
"Yeah, my adopted daughter, Hope for Tomorrow."
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Now this, this is an actually pretty big chapter all things considered, in terms of actual content, sure it was split between multiple perspectives but cut me some slack.
Anyway, I… actually don't have much more to say oddly enough, actually I do have one thing to say, the reason why grandpa Shirou is even in the hospital is swords in his bones, I just wanted to write that.
So yeah,
this is GreekAntrielos,
signing off.
So yeah