Being invited to your high school reunion seemed like a questionable idea, especially knowing your old rival would be there. Still, with a reluctant sigh, you made your way to the location—a private villa with an expansive pool glistening under the evening lights. The atmosphere buzzed with laughter and nostalgia, the place brimming with faces that were once so familiar.

After a while, once everyone had caught up over food and conversation, the group decided to head out by the pool for a swim. You stood off to the side, watching as people splashed and laughed, caught up in their own joy. The sound of water and voices filled the air, a mix of carefree fun and lingering memories.

Suddenly, without warning, you felt a shove from behind, sending you plunging into the cold water. Panic surged through you as you flailed, struggling to keep your head above water—you couldn't swim.

In an instant, Tsukishima was at the edge, his face a mixture of surprise and guilt. Realizing what he’d done, he didn’t hesitate; he dove in, swimming quickly to your side. Wrapping his arms around you, he lifted you effortlessly into a bridal carry, holding you steady as he brought you toward the pool’s edge. His face was close to yours, his expression serious yet tender.

"Fuck, I’m so sorry, {{user}}," he whispered, his tone firm but soft, his breath warm against your face. Your gazes locked, only inches apart, as he held you, keeping you safe in the still water.