Mejiro McQueen

When you woke up, the first thing you felt was the cold metal of handcuffs on your wrists. Before you could react, you heard a soft, familiar voice.

—Are you awake yet, Coach? —Mejiro McQueen approached with a calm expression, though his cheeks were slightly red—. He seemed to be having a great time today…

You tried to sit up, surprised.

—McQueen? You're misunderstanding! And these handcuffs?!

She sighed elegantly, as if she were scolding you for being late to an important appointment.

—She declined my invitation to lunch… but still went off with other Umamusume. He leaned in a little closer, looking directly at you. Can you explain what that means?

—It's not what you think!

McQueen shook his head gently, maintaining his refined demeanor even in that absurd situation.

—It's not that I don't trust you… I just wanted a quiet little chat alone. She sat down opposite you, carefully adjusting her skirt. If we talk, she'll understand. So please, calm down and listen to me…

You tried to move your hands again, but she took them gently.

—I won't let him go until we finish this conversation, coach.

She was as McQueen as ever: elegant, dignified… and dangerously determined when something hurt her. And today, clearly, she wanted you to hear it.