Hayato's eyes locked on that first tear the mont it had appeared. He'd watched it cling to her lash, watched it fall. His stomach dropped so hard it felt like the ground had disappeared completely beneath him. Sothing sharp and painful drove straight through his chest as more tears followed, streaming down her face in earnest now.
The cheerful girl breaking right in front of him, Hayato couldn't look away from those tears. Each one felt like an accusation.
Around them, the cheering was quiet, like soone had cut the power to the entire venue. Silence fell heavy and suffocating as every single eye fixed on her tears.
The girl who always smiled and laughed, no matter what, was crying. Really crying.
Seiun Sky's grin froze on her face as she watched the tears spilling down Urara's cheeks, her own eyes starting to sting in response.
Super Creek's hand flew to cover her mouth, eyes going wide.
The cafeteria lady's hand pressed against her heart.
Several people in the crowd felt their own eyes getting wet just watching her cry.
Her tears made it impossible to deny anymore, she'd been hurting all along, carrying this pain alone, and none of them had seen it.
"I..." Urara tried to speak, but her voice cracked imdiately, fracturing into sothing raw and broken. The words fought their way out between hitching breaths, each one tangled with more tears. "I trained so hard..."
The tears kept spilling down her face as she talked, dripping from her chin, catching the light with each fall.
"Everyone... everyone helped so much..." Her shoulders shook. "Sei-chan taught her special technique... I practiced every day... I ate all those carrots..."
Her voice broke completely, the sound catching in her throat.
"Why? Why can't I win even once?" The question ca out as barely more than a whisper, but it cut through the silence like a blade. "What am I doing wrong? What's wrong with ?"
More tears stread down, flowing faster now, uncontrollable.
"Everyone believes in , but I... I just keep losing..." Her face crumpled, the last of her composure shattering. "I'm sorry... I'm so sorry for disappointing everyone..."
She was sobbing now, the tears everywhere, her whole body shaking with the force of emotions she'd been holding back for far too long.
Hayato's throat closed up completely. Every tear that fell from her face felt like it was carving sothing out of his chest.
This is my fault. I let her go out there unprepared. She's been carrying this pain alone, hiding behind that smile.
How many tis has she cried where no one could see?
Hayato moved before thinking, closing the distance between them in a few quick strides. Then he dropped down to one knee, bringing himself to her eye level so she wouldn't have to look up at him.
"Urara." His voice ca out gentle but steady, even as his chest felt like it was being crushed. "Look at ."
She lifted her head slowly, tears still streaming down her face, pink eyes red and puffy.
Hayato placed his hand on her shoulder, the touch grounding and warm. "You're not doing anything wrong. This is my fault."
Her breath hitched, confusion flickering across her tear-stained face.
"I'm the one who let Seiun teach you the great escape without giving you a proper foundation first. I switched your race without preparing you for what you actually needed." His grip on her shoulder tightened slightly, anchoring. "I set you up to fail, and that's on , not you."
"But I—" she tried to protest, voice breaking.
"No." Hayato cut her off firmly but kindly. "You did everything right. You trained hard, you listened to everyone's advice, you gave everything you had out there." His other hand ca up, and he t her eyes directly. "The failure wasn't yours. It was mine."
The tears kept falling, but she was listening now.
"But if you'll let , if you'll trust , I can help you win," Hayato said it like a promise, like an oath. "I'm asking you to join my team, Urara. Let be your trainer. Not because I feel sorry for you. Because I see what you're capable of, and I know I can bring it out."
Her lips trembled, a fresh wave of tears spilling over. "Really? You really think I can win?"
"I know you can." His hand stayed firm on her shoulder, steady and sure. "That's exactly why I'm asking you to trust with this."
She stared at him through her tears, sothing fragile and hopeful blooming in her chest alongside the pain.
"Can I..." Her voice was so small, barely audible. "Can I really get first place? Can I run in front of lots of people?"
"Yes."
"Can I make everyone proud instead of disappointing them?"
"You already make people proud, Urara. But yes, I'll help you win the races you dream about."
The tears were still falling, streaming down her cheeks, but sothing shifted in her expression. Not quite a smile yet, but not the complete devastation from before either. Hope, cautious and fragile, is mixing with the pain.
"Then..." She took a shaky breath, her voice breaking on the words. "Then please... please teach . Help win."
Before Hayato could respond, she threw her arms around his neck from the front, pulling him into a tight hug. Her face was buried against his shoulder as fresh tears soaked into his shirt. Her whole body was still trembling, the wetness on her cheeks pressing against him.
Hayato froze for just a heartbeat, surprised, before his arms ca up to return the embrace carefully. Hayato could feel her shaking, could sense the dampness of her tears, and could hear the small, hitching sounds of her trying to breathe through the crying.
"I will," he said quietly, his voice steady even as she cried against him. "I promise I'll help you win, Urara."
Urara nodded against his shoulder, unable to speak, just holding on as the tears kept falling. But this ti, she wasn't alone in her pain.
After a long mont, she finally pulled back, eyes still red and wet, tear tracks glistening on her cheeks. But there was sothing different in her expression now, sothing that looked almost like hope.
"Um, Trainer Hayato." Super Creek's voice cut through the mont, her tone carrying clear displeasure. Her expression showed exactly how she felt about this whole situation.
Seiun Sky was watching too, guilt written all over her face as she looked at Urara's tear-stained cheeks. She'd taught her the great escape with the best intentions, and it had ended like this.
"What's wrong, Super Creek?" Hayato asked, though he could already guess from her expression.
But that would have to wait. Right now, Urara was still crying, still hurting, and she needed to know that it was okay. That she didn't have to smile through the pain anymore.
That soone finally saw her as an Uma Musu who truly wanted to win.
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