Karasuna's Neutral Student
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Being in a new country, where you just moved to can be a little scary. Whilst enjoying sports, I decide to keep to myself. Being the only teenage girl in the orphanage , I'm much more of a tomboy, and I'm often mistaken for a boy with my binded chest and short brown hair.
But it doesn't bother me in the slightest. It gives me more of an edge if you know what I mean. I get to wear pants instead of skirts for a uniform. And I don't really care for genders, Abel and I only have to care for eachother. We are one.
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