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The morning sun was creeping across the floorboards of the dorm, but for the first time in as long as she could remember, Oguri wasn’t at the track.
Instead, she was propped up against a mountain of pillows, her right leg encased in a heavy, clinical brace. Every time she tried to shift, a dull throb radiated upward, whispering echoes of a past she thought she’d outrun. She stared at her toes, her expression as stoic as ever, but her hands were gripping the duvet just a little too tight.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
The knock on the door felt softer; it was the sound of someone using their elbow to hit the door because their hands were clearly full.
"Oguri? I’m coming in~!"
The door swung open, and Creek practically glided into the room. She was a whirlwind of soft linen and the scent of freshly baked bread. In her arms, she balanced a tray that looked heavy enough to feed a small army, topped with a steaming teapot and a vase holding a single, bright sunflower.
"Creek," Oguri blinked, her voice small. "Weren’t you busy today?.. Tamamo said you were training."
"Nonsense! I finished early to make you breakfast." Creek set the tray down on the bedside table with practiced grace, immediately leaning over to press a cool hand against Oguri’s forehead. "Tama said you’ll be alone this entire day, so I decided that it's my duty to take care of you!~."
She began tucking the blankets more securely around Oguri’s waist, her movements brisk and decisive.
"I talked to Inari on the way to your room, too! She mentioned that she’ll visit tomorrow~" Creek continued, a sweet but immovable smile fixed on her face. "You aren't to set a single hoof on the floor today. I have the menu planned from breakfast until dinner, and I brought those magazines of sports wear you mentioned wanting to see."
Oguri looked at the tray; fluffy tamagoyaki, grilled salmon, and a bowl of rice so large it nearly defied gravity. Then she looked at Creek, whose eyes were shining with a terrifyingly kind determination.
"I can... I can still train, i think.." Oguri tried to protest, though the ache in her calf told a different story.
"You can’t," Creek hummed, already pouring a cup of tea, "and you won't. Today, you are just Oguri-chan. And I am going to take care of you until you forget what that brace even feels like!"
Oguri went to argue, but the smell of the dashi caught her nose. Her stomach let out a traitorous growl that echoed in the quiet room.
Creek giggled, picking up a pair of chopsticks. "See? Your tummy agrees with me. Now, say 'Ah'...~"
Creek eased herself onto the edge of the mattress, the springs dipping under her weight. She sat close enough that Oguri could feel the warmth radiating from her.
"Now then," Creek murmured, expertly partitioning a piece of the grilled salmon with her chopsticks. "We start with the proteins. You need to keep your strength up, even if you’re just resting."
Oguri watched the morsel of fish hover in front of her. She felt a bit like a foal being tended to by its mother, a sensation that was both embarrassing and strangely grounding. She opened her mouth, accepting the food. Her eyes widened slightly; it was seasoned exactly the way she liked, with just a hint of ginger to take the edge off the morning chill.
"Is it good?" Creek asked, her head tilting slightly.
"It’s so gooood… Thank you so much Creek, you’re really saving my life here.. Trainer won’t give me anything but unseasoned meat and veg." Oguri managed after swallowing. "You didn't have to do all this. I know you had a long distance session scheduled for this morning."
"The track will still be there tomorrow, Oguri," Creek replied dismissively, already reaching for a small piece of the tamagoyaki. "But you only have one pair of legs. Besides..." Her expression softened, becoming uncharacteristically serious for a fleeting second. "I saw your face yesterday when you went down. I couldn't bear to look at you like that!"
Oguri looked down at the duvet, her fingers tracing the pattern of the fabric. "It felt familiar. In a way I didn't like. When I was small... back in the countryside... I spent a lot of time looking at my legs and wondering if they would ever do what I told them to."
Creek didn't pull away or offer a hollow platitude. Instead, she used the hand not holding the chopsticks to gently cover Oguri’s. Her palm was warm and slightly calloused from her own hard work, a reminder of how far they had both come.
"You aren't that small girl anymore," Creek said softly, her voice like a velvet blanket. "You’ve run across the whole country. You've climbed mountains. This is just a little pit stop on a very long, very beautiful road."
She offered another bite, her smile returning, bright and encouraging. "And as long as I’m here, I’m going to make sure that road is paved with the best food in the academy. Now, another bite of egg? I put a little extra dashi in it just for you.~"
Oguri looked at the egg, then up at Creek’s determined, kind eyes. The knot of anxiety in her chest, the one that had been tightening since the injury, loosened just a fraction.
"Okay," Oguri whispered, leaning in. "Just... one more. Or maybe five."
Creek laughed, a light, melodic sound that filled the room. "Maybe even ten! I’m so glad you’re letting me take care of you, Oguri.~"
Creek picked up a small piece of the tamagoyaki, but she didn’t offer it immediately. Instead, she brought it close to her lips, giving it three gentle, rhythmic breaths to ensure the steam wouldn't startle Oguri’s tongue. It was a gesture so instinctual, so practiced, that it made Oguri’s heart skip a beat.
When the bite was finally offered, it was the perfect temperature—, warm enough to be comforting, but soft as a cloud.
"You're very good at this," Oguri murmured, her voice a bit thick. "Being a nurse."
"I'm just good at looking after the people I love," Creek corrected gently. She set the chopsticks down for a moment and reached out, her thumb catching a tiny stray grain of rice near the corner of Oguri’s mouth. Her touch was feather-light, lingering just a second longer than necessary against Oguri's skin.
She then moved her hand to the side of Oguri’s head, smoothing back a silver lock of hair that had escaped her usual style. "Speaking of nurses.. Did they give you anything? For your pain, I mean."
Oguri leaned into the palm of Creek’s hand almost unconsciously, like a cat seeking warmth. She was slowly melting into her touch, replaced by a girl who just wanted to feel safe. "I don’t even know what medicine they gave me, not sure if it's working either.."
"Maybe it just needs some time to kick in, my dear.~" Creek insisted, her voice dropping to a soothing, melodic hum. "You've just started your recovery, no need to rush! You’ll be back on track in no time, Oguri."
Creek shifted her position, pulling a soft bamboo brush from Oguri’s nightstand. "After we finish this bowl, I'm going to brush your hair. And then, we’re going to read the magazine I got you, you mentioned that you wanted stronger running shoes awhile back too.~"
Oguri nodded slowly, her eyes tracking the way the sunlight caught the gold in Creek’s eyes. The fear of her weak legs coming back was still there, tucked away in a corner of her mind, but with Creek sitting on the edge of the bed; smelling like vanilla, ginger, and home, the fear felt a lot smaller than it had ten minutes ago.
"Okay," Oguri said, a tiny, rare smile ghosting across her lips. "I'd like that, a lot..Thank you Creek, really."
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Once the tray was cleared, Oguri had polished off every last grain of rice with a look of quiet satisfaction. Creek moved to sit behind her, she piled the extra pillows up so Oguri could lean back comfortably without straining her leg, creating a soft nest of linen and down.
"Stay still now," Creek whispered.
She began by gently undoing the ties in Oguri’s hair. As the silver locks fell loose over her shoulders, Creek didn't just start brushing. First, she used her fingertips to knead the base of Oguri’s scalp, right behind her ears.
Oguri let out a soft, involuntary sigh. Her ears, usually alert and twitching at every sound from the hallway, finally flopped sideways in total surrender. The tension she’d been carrying since the moment she felt that sharp "pop" on the track began to dissolve, replaced by a heavy, pleasant warmth.
Then came the brush.
Creek moved with painstaking slowness. She started at the very tips of the hair, untangling any small knots with a dexterity that made it feel like a massage. The brush made a rhythmic shhh-shhh sound in the quiet room, a steady, domestic heartbeat.
"Your hair is so soft, Oguri.~" Creek murmured, her voice vibrating slightly against Oguri’s back. "It’s like silk. You should take care of it as much as you take care of your shoes."
"I... I usually just wash it and go," Oguri admitted, her eyes lidding shut. "I never thought much about it."
"Well, I’ll think about it for you then," Creek replied. She smoothed a hand down the length of the hair following the brush, her palm trailing warmth in its wake. "Just like I’ll think about your meals, and your medications, and your heart, for now that is!~"
Oguri felt a lump form in her throat, not from sadness, but from the sheer weight of being seen. For everyone else, she was the grey miracle, the gluttonous powerhouse, the champion. But here, under the steady rhythm of Creek’s brush, she felt like she didn't have to be a miracle at all. She could just be a girl who was tired, whose legs hurt, and who was deeply, quietly loved.
"Creek?"
"Yes, dear?"
"Are you sure you’ll stay here for the entire day? I mean, I do appreciate it, it's just.. You have enough obligations for yourself; I want you to focus on yourself too."
The brushing stopped for a heartbeat. Oguri felt the bed shift as Creek leaned forward, resting her chin lightly on top of Oguri’s head for a brief, tender second.
"There is nowhere else in the world I’d rather be," Creek promised. "Now, shhh. If i wanted to, I would’ve left not long ago, I do this because I love you.~"
The brush slowed, but it didn't stop. Creek leaned in a little closer, her breath warm against the back of Oguri’s neck. "You know," Creek said softly, her voice dropping to a tender, concerned register, "I’ve brushed your hair before, Oguri. But today... It feels a little more special.~”
Oguri went still, her gaze fixed on her hands folded in her lap. For a long moment, the only sound was the distant chirping of birds outside. "I realized yesterday," Oguri began, her voice barely a whisper, "that I’ve been running so fast because I was afraid that if I stopped, my legs would remember how to be weak again. I thought if I won enough races, I’d finally be 'cured' of that little girl who couldn't walk right. But when I tripped... when I felt that pain... I felt like I had lost everything I worked for in a single second. I felt like I was back in the mud, and I was terrified that if you saw me like that, not as a champion. It was embarrassing, you know?"
The brushing stopped completely. Before Oguri could spiral further, Creek moved, reaching out to take Oguri’s face in both of her hands. Her palms were warm, framing Oguri’s cheeks with a firm, grounding pressure that forced Oguri to look her in the eye.
"Oguri ," Creek said, her voice trembling slightly with an intensity that silenced the room. "I don’t love the girl who wins the Arima Kinen. I love you. I love the girl who gets rice on her face and looks at the stars with me. Whether you run a record-breaking mile or never lace up a horseshoe again, I am staying right here. Do you understand? It’s not embarrassing to fail. Look at us, we’re part of the Heisei Big Three with Inari yet the 3 of us still lose some of our races, It’s normal."
Oguri’s breath hitched. Looking into Creek’s eyes, she saw a woman who was looking at her like she was the only thing in the universe that mattered. The fear that had lived in Oguri’s chest since childhood finally, truly shattered.
She didn't overthink it. For once, Oguri didn't wait for a signal or a starting pistol. She leaned forward, closing the small gap between them.
The kiss was soft, tasting faintly of the ginger tea and the sweet vanilla scent that followed Creek everywhere. It was a slow, lingering promise. It was the feeling of finally reaching the finish line and realizing that the prize wasn't a trophy, but the person waiting there to catch you.
When they finally pulled apart, just a fraction of an inch, Oguri rested her forehead against Creek’s. Her legs still ached, and the recovery would be long, but for the first time in her life, Oguri wasn't afraid of standing still.
"Thank you," Oguri breathed, a genuine, radiant smile breaking across her face, "Thank you again, for taking care of me."
The room felt different now. The clinical smell of the leg brace and the shadows of old fears had been completely pushed out by the warmth of that one, perfect moment.
Creek was the first to break the silence, though she didn’t pull away. She kept her hands cupped around Oguri’s face, her thumbs tracing small, affectionate circles over the silver-haired girl's cheekbones. A playful, slightly mischievous glint returned to her eyes.
"My, my," Creek teased softly, her voice humming with a newfound brightness. "The stoic Oguri Cap, taking the lead without even a warning? I suppose I’ll have to update your recovery plan to include 'frequent heart-rate checks.~”
Oguri felt the heat rush to her ears, which flicked shyly. "I just... the momentum felt right."
"It certainly did." Creek leaned in and pressed a lingering kiss to the tip of Oguri's nose, making the racer scrunch it up in surprise. "But as your self-appointed head nurse, I have to insist on a few more 'treatments' throughout the day. For your blood pressure, of course.~"
Oguri let out a tiny, rare huff of a laugh, the kind that only Creek ever got to hear. She leaned back into her pillows, feeling lighter than she had in years. "If it's for my health, I suppose I have no choice but to comply."
Creek hummed happily, finally letting go of Oguri's face only to tuck the duvet off of Oguri’s waist, seeing that the warmth in the room started to increase.
“Are you having any pain, Oguri?” Creek asked, her tone tender, each syllable wrapped in care.
Oguri opened her eyes, the amber of her gaze steady. “No, I’m okay like this..Thank you again.” she replied, her voice calm, almost detached. “It’s manageable.” She shifted slightly, the bandage rustling, and a faint smile touched her lips. “My thigh is throbbing a little, but I think it's just part of the healing.”
Little did she know that the increase in temp wasn’t due to the room itself, but after said kiss, Oguri’s mind and lower body went into a warm, but fuzzy feeling.
The words hung between them, a quiet promise that settled like dust in the sunbeam. Oguri’s eyes lingered on Creek’s face, noting the faint lines at the corners of her eyes, the way her hair escaped its braid in soft wisps that framed a face that had seen countless victories and defeats. There was a depth to Creek’s nurturing that went beyond mere habit; it was a quiet devotion that had grown over seasons of shared training, of late‑night talks over steaming mugs, of silent understandings passed in the paddock.
Oguri’s calm façade began to crack, not from pain but from a sudden, unfamiliar awareness of the proximity of another body. The heat radiating from Creek’s thigh, the subtle rise and fall of her chest as she breathed, the faint scent of vanilla that clung to her skin, all of it seeped into Oguri’s senses, stirring something low and insistent beneath the surface of her composed demeanor.
Creek noticed the shift, the way Oguri’s breath hitched ever so slightly, the way her fingers, usually so still, began to trace idle patterns on the blanket. She leaned in just a fraction, her voice dropping even lower, a soft murmur that felt like a secret shared between two souls.
“You do look tense, Oguri.” Creek observed, her tone gentle, almost maternal. “Let me help you relax.~”
Oguri’s eyes flickered to Creek’s hand as it moved, slow and deliberate, to rest on her knee. The touch was light, feather‑soft, yet it sent a jolt through Oguri’s nerves, a spark that traveled up her spine and settled in the pit of her stomach. She inhaled sharply, the air catching in her throat, and for a moment the calm she clung to seemed to tremble.
“Just let me know if it’s too much, dear.” Creek said, her voice a soothing balm, each word laced with genuine concern. “I’m here for you.”
Oguri nodded, her composure returning in a thin veneer, but beneath it a current of desire began to swell, quiet and relentless. She felt the lingering warmth that had never fully faded, now amplified by the intimacy of the moment. Her body, usually a model of disciplined control, responded to the tender attention with a quiet, throbbing need.
Creek’s hand slid higher, palm flattening against Oguri’s thigh, fingers splaying gently over the bandaged area. She applied a barely perceptible pressure, massaging the muscles with slow, circular motions that seemed to draw out the tension like a tide pulling back from shore. Oguri’s breath deepened, each inhale a quiet sigh, each exhale a soft release of the tightness that had coiled within her.
“Does that feel better?” Creek asked, her voice a whisper that brushed Oguri’s ear.
“It..It does.” Oguri replied, her tone steadier than she felt. “Thank you, Creek. For taking care of me, and the food, of course.” She exclaimed back, trying to relax herself.
The massage continued, Creek’s fingers wandering upward, tracing the line of Oguri’s hip, slipping beneath the edge of the blanket to find the warm skin of her abdomen. Oguri’s stomach tightened involuntarily, a soft gasp escaping her lips as Creek’s thumb brushed over the sensitive skin just above her pelvis. The contact was electric, a spark that ignited a low, burning heat in Oguri’s core.
Creek’s gentle tone softened even further, “I know we haven’t done this in awhile..” her words becoming a murmured encouragement. “You’re doing so well, Oguri. Let me make it up to you. We haven’t had much time outside of training..”
Oguri’s eyes fluttered shut, the world narrowing to the sensation of Creek’s touch. The calm she had cultivated for years began to dissolve, replaced by a rising tide of sensation that pooled low in her stomach. Her shaft stirred beneath the fabric of her training pants, thickening with each deliberate stroke of Creek’s hand.
“I feel guilty not being able to.. Give you something back. It’s unfair to you, Creek.”
Creek noticed the subtle shift, the way Oguri’s hips lifted ever so slightly, the way a faint moan escaped her lips, barely audible over the hum of the fluorescent lights overhead. She adjusted her position, sliding her hand lower, palm cupping the growing bulge through the thin material. Her fingers pressed gently, feeling the heat and the firmness beneath the cloth, and a soft, approving hum vibrated in her throat.
“It’s okay. Let me take care of you,” Creek whispered, her voice thick with a nurturing fervor that bordered on reverence. “I promised I would.~”
Oguri’s breath hitched, a quiet gasp that seemed to echo in the small room. She opened her eyes, meeting Creek’s gaze, and saw there not just concern but a deep, earnest desire to give pleasure, to be the source of comfort in a way that went beyond bandages and kind words. The soft tone in Creek’s voice was still present, but it was now threaded with something more intimate, a quiet promise that made Oguri’s heart pound.
Creek’s fingers slipped beneath the waistband of Oguri’s pants, finding the soft cotton of her underwear. She pulled it down with a slow, deliberate motion, exposing Oguri’s shaft to the cool air of the infirmary. The sight made Creek’s breath catch, a length of velvety skin, flushed pink at the tip, already glistening with a bead of pre‑cum that caught the light like a tiny dew drop.
Oguri’s cock twitched in response, a throb of need that made her hips jerk slightly. She swallowed, her calm façade cracking just enough to reveal the vulnerability beneath. “Creek…” she began, her voice low, a mixture of surprise and yearning.
Creek’s hand wrapped around Oguri’s shaft, her grip firm yet gentle, the softness of her hands making it harder to focus. She began to stroke, slow and deliberate, her thumb rubbing circles over the sensitive head while her fingers moved in a steady rhythm along the shaft.
Oguri’s breath came in short, sharp gasps, each stroke sending waves of pleasure that coiled tighter in her lower abdomen. The sensation was both foreign and familiar, a blend of the physical release she had chased on the track and the emotional release she found in Creek’s unwavering support. Her body, usually so controlled, began to respond with a primal urgency, her muscles tensing and relaxing in time with Creek’s hand.
“Do you feel okay, Oguri?~’’ Creek murmured, her voice a soft purr that seemed to vibrate through Oguri’s bones.
“Haah..Yes,” Oguri breathed, the word barely audible, her eyes half‑closed as she focused on the sensation. “It’s… Good..Reallyy..Really good.”
Creek’s strokes grew slightly faster, her palm sliding up and down the length with a practiced ease that spoke of countless moments of caring, of soothing bruised egos and tending to wounded pride. She varied her pressure, sometimes tightening her grip just enough to elicit a sharp gasp from Oguri, other times loosening to let the sensation build slowly, like a tide gathering strength before breaking on the shore.
Oguri’s hips began to move in small, involuntary thrusts, meeting Creek’s hand with a quiet desperation. She could feel the pressure building, a tight coil of pleasure that threatened to snap at any moment. The lingering warmth amplified every touch, making each stroke feel like a spark igniting a wildfire within her.
Creek’s other hand drifted upward, finding Oguri’s chest. She pressed her palm flat against Oguri’s sternum, feeling the rapid beat of her heart beneath the skin. A soft moan escaped Oguri’s lips, a sound that was both surprising and deeply satisfying.
“You’re so beautiful like this, Oguri..” Creek whispered, her voice thick with emotion. “Strong, yet so open to feeling..~”
Oguri’s eyes fluttered open, locking onto Creek’s face. She saw there not just the tenderness but a fierce, protective love that made her chest ache. The words Creek spoke were not just praise; they were an affirmation of Oguri’s worth, a reminder that she was seen, cherished, and desired in her entirety.
The pleasure mounted, a crescendo that seemed to fill the small room, echoing off the lockers and the sterile walls. Oguri’s breath came in ragged gasps, each one a testament to the intensity building inside her. Her cock throbbed in Creek’s hand, slick with pre‑cum and the natural lubrication of her arousal, the skin stretching and flexing with each stroke.
Creek sensed the impending release, her own breathing deepening as she matched Oguri’s rhythm. She leaned in, her forehead resting against Oguri’s, their breaths mingling in the warm air between them. Her voice dropped to a whisper, a promise and a plea rolled into one.
“Let go for me, Oguri,” Creek murmured. “I’m right here, see? I’ve got you.~”
The words were the final spark. Oguri’s body arched slightly, a soft cry escaping her lips as the wave of pleasure crashed over her. Her shaft pulsed in Creek’s hand, releasing thick, warm streams of excrete that coated Creek’s fingers and dripped onto the blanket beneath them. Each spasm was accompanied by a soft, shuddering breath from Oguri, a sound that was part relief, part utter surrender.
Creek continued to stroke gently through the orgasm, her hand moving slowly to draw out every last ripple of pleasure. She felt Oguri’s muscles tremble, the aftershocks making her hips jerk faintly before settling into a state of blissed‑out stillness.
When the last waves subsided, Creek eased her grip, her hand resting lightly on Oguri’s thigh, her thumb tracing lazy circles over the sensitized skin. She looked down at the evidence of Oguri’s release, a glistening sheen that caught the light, and then lifted her gaze to Oguri’s face.
Oguri lays there, eyes half‑closed, a faint smile playing on her lips, her breathing slowly returning to its usual measured rhythm. The calm she was known for had returned, but it was now layered with a deep, lingering satisfaction, a quiet glow that seemed to radiate from within her.
“Creek..,” Oguri whispered, her voice soft, hoarse from the intensity of the moment. “That was… more than I expected.”
Creek’s smile widened, a warm, affectionate curve that crinkled the corners of her eyes. She brushed a stray strand of hair from Oguri’s forehead, her touch tender and reverent.
“I couldn’t leave you hanging like that, could I?" She replied, her voice motherly yet imbued with a quiet pride. “You’ve always given so much to everyone else. It’s only right that I get to take care of you, too.~”
They sat in companionable silence for a few moments, the scent of antiseptic mingling with the faint, sweet aroma of the leftover snacks and the lingering musk of Creek’s hand. The world outside continued its rush, the distant thundering of hooves on the track, the chatter of trainers, the clatter of equipment; but inside this small room, time seemed to stretch, suspended in the shared intimacy of care and release.
Oguri shifted slightly, adjusting her gaze meeting Creek’s once more. There was a new understanding between them, a silent acknowledgment that the boundaries of their relationship had shifted, not in a way that diminished their roles but rather enriched them.
Creek’s motherly tenderness now carried an intimate depth, and Oguri’s calm strength was softened by the vulnerability she had allowed herself to feel. With a soft motion from the woman above her, Creek grabbed a wet wipe from the nightstand and started to shift her focus to her lower abdomen, gently cleaning up the area around Oguri.
“I love you, my dear!” Creek suggested, her voice gentle, her hand still resting on Oguri’s thigh. “Let me clean you up and then let’s check the magazine I got you, hmm?~”
Oguri nodded, her eyes drifting closed again as she leaned back against the bedframe, the steady beat of her heart echoing the quiet promise that lingered in the air. Luckily for her, Creek would be here for the entire day, caring for her like she’s a butterfly on her palm.