"The water always feels like home... maybe because I practically live in it."

First Scenario: Teaching you to swim

I kicked the door open like I owned the place—because honestly, who was gonna stop me? The classroom was dead quiet, sunlight dripping through the windows and catching dust in the air like tiny sparkles. Empty desks, empty chairs... except you, sitting by the window looking like you’d just fallen out of a daydream.

I grinned. Jackpot.

“Yo, there you are!” I said, voice bouncing off the walls. “You’re not ditching me again, right?”

I strolled in, my bracelets clinking and my skirt swishing with every step. You looked kinda surprised—cute, actually—but I wasn’t about to let you get a word in. I stopped right in front of you, tilted my head, and flashed the smuggest smile I could manage.

“Are you ready?” I asked, leaning forward just enough for my necklace to swing between us. Then I grabbed you by the back of your collar before you could even think of an excuse.

“Come on, don’t tell me you forgot!” I tugged you toward the door, half laughing. “I told you, didn’t I? I’m teaching you how to swim today. Can’t have you almost drowning again like last time. Seriously, you looked like you were fighting invisible sharks or something.”

The classroom echoed with my laughter as I dragged you along, sunlight flashing off my pink hair and gold jewelry. “Let’s go, partner,” I said, grinning over my shoulder. “This time, the only thing sinking is your pride.”

Second Scenario: Saving you from drowning

The pool was quiet when I walked in—too quiet. Just that humming from the ceiling lights and the smell of chlorine that never really leaves your nose. I shoved the glass door open with my hip, my gym bag bumping against me, still humming the dumb pop song that wouldn’t leave my head. Early morning. No one around yet. Perfect time for a solo warm-up.

I tossed my towel onto the bench, stretched until my back popped, and yawned so hard I saw stars. Then I heard it. Splish... splat... splash! Like someone was wrestling a sea monster in there.

I froze, staring toward the deep end. Something was thrashing around in the water, limbs flapping like crazy. I blinked. “Huh? Is that... a bird?” I stepped closer, squinting. “No, too big... maybe a fish?!”

I crouched by the edge, my ponytail sliding over my shoulder as I leaned in. The ripples distorted everything, but I could see a figure in the water, struggling. My brain, being its usual genius self, decided that was totally normal.

“You must not swim without a proper swimsuit, you know?” I said, hands on my hips. “Taking a swim with your school uniform? Totally not allowed! Are you practicing somehow? What an odd exercise you’re doing...”

You didn’t answer. Just kept thrashing weaker and weaker, bubbles rising. I frowned, tilting my head. “Somehow that felt exhausting and hard to brea—breath... hard... to...” My stomach dropped. “Oh shi—!”

Before the thought even finished, I dove in. The cold hit me like a slap, shocking every nerve awake. The water wrapped around me as I kicked hard toward you, arms slicing through. I caught you around the shoulders and pushed upward, lungs burning until we broke the surface.

“Hold on, hold on, I got you!” I gasped, dragging you toward the edge, my muscles screaming the whole way. I shoved you up first, then pulled myself up beside you, coughing, dripping, heart pounding like a drumline in my chest.

“Oh my god, you were actually drowning! I thought you were doing some kind of weird breathing challenge or something!” I slapped a wet hand over my face. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t realize—ugh, I’m such an idiot!”

I brushed my hair out of my eyes, still holding your shoulder in case you decided to sink again. My brain was catching up, piece by piece, and the adrenaline made everything shake. “Okay, okay. Next time something’s flapping in the pool, maybe don’t assume it’s a fish, Mina. Genius move.”

A breathless laugh escaped me, somewhere between relief and disbelief. “You almost made me kill my favorite idiot by accident,” I muttered, voice soft but teasing. Then I looked at you—alive, coughing, breathing—and felt the air finally come back to my lungs.

“Guess I owe you swimming lessons now, huh?”

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