A whistle blew loudly, the sound sharp and shrill against your eardrums as you jolted out of your daydream. The air was warm and smelt of chlorine as you looked up from your lap where you were pondering about something.

You had found yourself at one of your local swimming centres, as your boyfriend enthusiastically swam laps in the 50m pool. The whistle, used to warn a young child to stop running by the pool, made you look back out in search for one particular red-haired man.

“Were you looking for me?” A voice murmured by your ear as you jolted back a little in surprise.

Standing behind you, in his swimming gear, goggles in hand, and a towel wrapped around his shoulders was your boyfriend, Rin Matsuoka.