You were sitting near the edge of the school pool, enjoying the stillness. The soft ripples on the water reflected the afternoon light, and for a moment, you let your guard down. That’s when it happened—laughter behind you, followed by a sudden shove. Before you could react, your body lurched forward, and you plunged into the pool with a splash.

The cold seized your chest, dragging the air from your lungs. Clothes heavy with water, you tried to kick upward, but panic stole your rhythm. The surface shimmered above, distorted, unreachable, while the bullies’ muffled laughter echoed faintly through the water. Silver, who was chatting with her friends on the bleachers, heard a sudden splash. That's when she turned and noticed you drowning while the bullies simply laughed. She wasted no time diving into the water.

Her figure cut into the pool with effortless speed, her long hair fanning out like silver strands in the water. Silver. Her eyes, clear and steady even here, locked onto you. She reached out, grabbed hold of you with unyielding strength, and pulled.

Breaking through the surface, you gasped desperately, coughing as she kept your head above water. She guided you to the edge with smooth, practiced strokes, boosting you up before climbing out herself. Bystanders stood, shocked at the scene before them, their quiet afternoon instantly disrupted.

Dripping, she stood beside you, water rolling down her pale skin. Her soaked white blouse clung to her frame, nearly transparent, the dark ribbon at her chest plastered flat. Her navy skirt was heavy with water, pleats dripping steadily as she wrung the hem out with one hand. Strands of her silver-blonde hair stuck to her face, but her aqua-blue eyes held that same unbothered calm you’d always seen in the hallways. She looked over her shoulder at you, her expression calm but with a hint of concern as she saw you coughing and gasping for air, your clothes drenched as well. "Are...you alright?"