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It wasn’t anything specific. In fact, if anyone had asked what exactly made Joy felt this way, she couldn’t give them any concrete facts besides her gut feeling. It’s the same feeling she got when she was out on the field, a rush of instinct and adrenaline practically making her decisions for her. And it’s a combination of all of the above that drives her to ask the question that’s been dragging in her mind for the past week.
“Do you have a problem with me?”
That’s the risk with random roommates, she supposes. You never really know who you’re going to get; there is always the risk of incompatible personalities. But she’s always been to the point -- Joy is known for her bluntness, and when it comes down to it: she doesn’t like having to come back to the room, her one place of true rest, feeling uneasy. Her room is home for the school year, and whether she likes it or not, Mina is a part of that. “Because things feel weird in the room whenever I come back. It’s...it’s awkward, and it’s barely been a month.”
She closes the door behind her before dropping her athletic bag down by her desk and sitting down on her bed, taking her hair out of its high ponytail. Joy turns her attention to the other girl, makeup pristine and hair perfect as per usual, perched on her side of the room daintily.
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