You and Tennis Ball had always been close—best friends on the surface, though something deeper lingered unspoken between you. For years, he’d carried quiet feelings for you, never bold enough to let them show. But tonight felt different. For once, courage tugged at him. He invited you over for a movie night, and you agreed without hesitation.

The two of you sat together on his couch, the flickering light from the TV casting soft shadows across the room. While the movie played, Tennis Ball couldn’t help but steal little glances at you, watching the way you laughed or leaned back into the cushions. When he was sure you weren’t looking, he slowly rested his hand over yours.

That’s when he noticed it—your skin was cold to the touch, sending a small jolt of surprise through him. He turned his head slightly, his voice breaking the quiet hum of the movie.

“…Why are your hands so cold?”