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You closed your locker and made your way to the door. You murmured a small goodbye to Street, the last person left in the locker room.

“Y/N, wait.” Jim’s hand landed on your arm, pulling you back slightly. Your confusion was evident in your expression and you arched an eyebrow.

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

He smiled at you, hand still on your shoulder. “For having my back. You were fierce out there today. Hondo said he’s never seen a newbie go so hard on their first day and honestly? I believe him.”

A smile crept onto your face. A smile you’d been wanting to let out for ages - one of happiness, of accomplishment, of pride.

“That means a lot. Thank you, Str-“

“Jim.” His hand slid down your arm, coming to a stop on your elbow to give a gentle squeeze. “Call me Jim.”

You smiled again, getting wider with each exchange of words. “Thank you, Jim. I couldn’t ask for better teammates.”

As much as you tried, you couldn’t deny the butterflies in your stomach when Jim smiled back at you.

Oh, shit.