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I would break down at your feet and beg forgiveness.
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Juniper was having an easier time adjusting.
That was a complete lie. It'd only been a couple of days and pretending seemed to be getting harder. The other guys on the team kept calling her scrawny and she couldn't resist any of her bitter retorts.
It was safe to say she wasn't very popular with any of them. Well, except for Kiyoko. Sometimes she humored Juniper by laughing at her insults. Tanaka was even further infuriated by that fact. Not to mention, Kiyoko developed a habit of giving Juniper all of the leftovers. Hinata tried to wrestle her for them all of the time.
"Let go, dude! It's just a meat bun!" Hinata rolled around on the ground, clutching the bun to his chest.
"Then why are you taking it from me?" Juniper replied, her grip on his hair unwavering.
"That's the spirit, Reyes!" Nishinoya encouraged, watching the pair of guys fight.
Tsukishima and Yamaguchi were not very entertained by their newest teammates antics. Jason always managed bitter retorts from wherever he stood, but with Hinata, he just couldn't help but take it personally.
Maybe it was Juniper's paranoia, or a horrible gut feeling, but she felt like he knew. He was the only one that asked her so many questions. Everyone else was just fine with her unwillingness to share personal information. They just brushed it off as a love for the game and determination to stay focused.
At times, Juniper overcompensated for her lack of real masculinity with a brash exterior. She added excessive curses to her sentences, shoved a little too hard, glared too much. To her, masculinity was a rushed thing. Rough, careless, reckless. She absorbed the mannerisms of her teammates and snuck around them like a spy.
Slouched posture, clothes too big for her frame. She was hiding in plain sight, but whenever anyone looked at her, she felt like they knew her secret. She'd instinctively reach for her eyelash curler in the mornings and then remember she was supposed to be hiding. Living without mascara was the worst.
