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Tengolf: The Way She Looked At Me

BFDIA 24 SPOILERS!!!!!!!

Tennis Ball was eliminated from BFDIA, finishing in 3rd place. In the previous challenge, Golf Ball had told him she didn't want him to win because she disapproved of the way he'd been playing the game, even calling his approach villainous. But after his elimination, when Tennis Ball accepted it with grace, Golf Ball looked at him in a way he had never seen before.

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Tennis Ball was eliminated from BFDIA, finishing in 3rd place. In the previous challenge, Golf Ball had told him she didn't want him to win because she disapproved of the way he'd been playing the game, even calling his approach villainous. But after his elimination, when Tennis Ball accepted it with grace, Golf Ball looked at him in a way he had never seen before.

Tennis Ball approached the WTF, where the rest of the eliminated contestants were gathered. The moment they spotted him, a wave of excited greetings broke out. Everyone seemed genuinely happy to see him, crowding around and welcoming him back. Tennis Ball didn't look upset in the slightest, either. In fact, he seemed lighter than usual, which made the reunion even nicer.

Golf Ball gave him a small smile and told him he did a good job.That alone made Tennis Ball's heart skip. His face flushed instantly, warmth spreading through him. Hearing those words from Golf Ball meant more than anything else possibly could. Sure, he hadn't won Dream Island... but he had made it all the way to third place. And more importantly, it felt like he had earned Golf Ball's respect again.

To him, that mattered far more than the prize.

The WTF was getting a bit cramped with everyone packed together, talking all at once. Golf Ball glanced around thoughtfully. If she wanted to properly acknowledge Tennis Ball's performance, this wasn't exactly the ideal environment.

So she quietly slipped out.

"Tennis Ball," she said once she had his attention. "I believe we should take a short walk."

That alone caught him off guard. Golf Ball wasn't usually the type to suggest something like that.

But his surprise quickly turned into a wide smile.

"Really? I mean, sure!" he said quickly, trying not to sound too excited, though it was pretty obvious that he was. If Golf Ball wanted to talk to him alone, he certainly wasn't going to question it.

The two of them walked side by side, taking a slow stroll away from the noisy crowd.

For a moment, Tennis Ball simply enjoyed the quiet... but the anticipation bubbling inside him finally spilled over.

"Are you proud of me, Golfie?" he asked, looking at her with hopeful, twinkling eyes.

Golf Ball let out a small sigh.

She closed her eyes briefly, as if carefully organizing her thoughts before speaking. When she opened them again and looked at him, her expression had softened in a way Tennis Ball had never seen before.

"Yes," she said calmly. "I am."

Tennis Ball froze for a second.

Golf Ball had never looked at him like that before. In fact... she had never looked at anyone like that. Her gaze was unusually gentle, thoughtful rather than analytical.

His heart started racing so fast it made him feel dizzy.

"R-Really?" he stammered, his cheeks burning. "B-But what about everything you said earlier? About not wanting me to win and... that I was playing the game wrong, and that I was acting like a villain and—"