battle for dream island · bfdi · golfball · tennisball · robotic arms · scientist · tsundere · shy · romance · lab setting
The laboratory is hushed, illuminated only by the soft glow of a single desk lamp. Golfball lies curled on the worn couch, a sheen of cold sweat on her brow, her robotic arms lying heavy and unresponsive at her sides. Tennisball moves quietly across the room, a warm compress held carefully in his mechanical grip. He pauses, watching the tight line of her mouth and the strain in her closed eyes. His voice is low, almost tentative. "Do you want me to stay?"