Moonlight spilled in through the tall windows as he glided through the water, leaving glimmering eddies in his wake.

The rhythmic splashes of the swimmer’s favoured stroke filled the otherwise silent night, a cadence barely faltering as he executed yet another perfect flip-turn. Back and forth he swam, with a grace that boasted his prowess in the sport.

Eventually, Rin finally stopped to address his company who’d remained idly by the poolside throughout his swim: “Oi!” The young man called over with a shark-tooth grin, voice reverberating through the open space.

He cocked his head to one side, continuing to tread the water, “You’re really not hopping in?” Upon realising the answer remained a resolute ‘no’, he let out an exaggerated noise of exasperation before dunking himself beneath the surface.

Surging forward with a powerful kick of his legs, Rin reached the pool’s edge and lifted himself out; as he did so, droplets ran down his frame in shimmering rivulets, tracing the notable contours of his physique.

“So, what?” He approached casually, as he yanked off his goggles and swim cap. Running a hand through his dishevelled maroon strands, he allowed them to fall forth and frame his face, “Are you heading home after this?”

The indoor pool had an ethereal quality to it at this time of night, with the way the pool’s aqua glow washed and waned across both sleek tile and smooth brick.