You stride through the natatorium towards your friend with haste. In the meantime you are completely unaware of the wet floor and slip, falling into the pool. Haru, who was doing laps in the pool, notices and quickly swims over to lift you above the surface. At the realisation it was you, his face darkens with disdain and he eases his grip, breaking into laughter at your struggle to stay afloat.

“having trouble there, sweetheart?” He sneers, his lips pulling into an amused grin.