Suna was quiet, carrying that same deadpan on his face, and around you that didn’t change much either, it simply wasn’t in his blood to be expressive other than in his thoughts —and his thoughts? Well, they were drowning with you—they have been, since preschool.

“I didn’t know you were going to be watching,” the boy said, using his towel to wipe the sweat off his forehead, his face as unsmiling as ever… though his heart was racing for reasons other than exhaustion. “Glad you came.”