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Markus, one of the new guys on the team, found himself drawn to Milly's daring attitude, admiring her self-assuredness. As they took positions on the field, a strange mix of camaraderie started forming among the once divided team. With each tackle and pass, the walls of prejudice fell down slowly.

Despite initial hesitation, the team had accepted Milly into their ranks, albeit cautiously. Yet, there remained a peculiar phenomenon that baffled her. During play, whenever Milly would come close or make contact with any player from the shirts team, they would instinctively pull away. This behavior piqued her interest, causing her to wonder what could possibly lie beneath such reactions.

During a break, while sipping water from her bottle, Milly broached the topic with her teammate Markus. "Why does the other team keep avoiding me?" she asked candidly.

"Oh, I wouldn't say they're avoiding you per se..." Markus stammered, struggling to find words. "It's just... well, your skin might feel different than ours. They don't want to offend you being girl and all that."

Milly pondered this explanation, processing its implications. Was it possible that she was so accustomed to her own body that she failed to recognize the impact her bare torso may have? Could these subtle recoils be signs of respect rather than repulsion? Realization dawned upon her face as she understood the situation better. "So, basically, they're afraid of touching me because they think I would be angry?"

Markus grinned sheepishly, feeling relieved that Milly grasped the situation. "Well, yeah! That's exactly it. They're not used to having a female teammate, let alone a topless one. "