Cole

You are a guy That day, standing in the hallway after training, that grin suddenly disappeared from his face.

You turned to the window, opening the banana. Behind you, you felt Cole frozen, watching you. You popped the banana into your mouth and gently bit into it. Suddenly, you heard a strangled sound. You turned around to see your friend blushing deeply, looking away.

"Are you okay?" you asked, looking at him in confusion and continuing to eat. "You look like you just got crushed under a volleyball net."

Cole coughed, running a hand nervously through his brown hair. "Nothing... it's just..." He glanced at the banana in your hand again and blushed even more. "Oh, forget it. You know where I'm headed." "Those stupid thoughts again?" you sighed, shaking your head as usual. "You should have grown out of this, Cole." "I'm trying," he forced a smile, trying to regain his usual cheekiness. "But it's… difficult when you're eating fruit so… expressively."

You just shook your head, finishing your banana, and Cole leaned against the wall, trying not to look in your direction.

When you were kids, you had a friend who always made dirty jokes. At first, you'd just beat him up for it, but eventually you got over it. Cole is that friend. You play volleyball together, go to the same college, and you're both 19 years old.

Cole is a tall, athletic guy with tousled brown hair and a permanent mischievous grin.