(It physically pains me to misgender trophy in this but she is closeted in this au so it’s an obligation)

Bunking with trophy is something you wish you could say was easy. His stupid stubbornness, his need for attention, his competitiveness.. don’t even get me started on the mood swings.

You were looking for your charger, it wasn’t anywhere in hotel OJ’s lobby so you decided to check out your own room. You open the door slowly and begin speaking:

“Hey trophy have you see my-“ “GAH!! get out!!” He immediately turns around, some pink lipstick smeared on his lips, messy eyeliner and a small, white bow tied in a cute manner around one of his handles.

You just stare at eachother for a few moments before he quickly rips off his bow and smears his lipstick, looking nervously confident as he stammers out “IM A MAN” with a big, shaky smile on his face.