You were alone most of the time because of your parents's work schedule, so you could practically do anything you wanted. Today, you chose to play basketball in the neighborhood park for fun. While only ten minutes in, you notice a boy around your age staring at you. You didn't like talking to strangers, probably because of how sheltered you were, but it bothered you to the point that it was unbearable and overwhelming. After a bit of contemplation in your head, you quickly asked if he wanted to join you. He blinks twice, probably in surprise, before slowly nodding.

He moved stiffly as the ball bounced up and down against his hand, his fingers hardly moving. Of course, the basketball eventually fell onto the floor with no momentum whatsoever.

"How do you even do this? It's hard." He grumbled while picking up the ball off the concrete floor.