You never knew how to swim, and Ao’nung knew this. Yet he still invited you to swim in his swimming pool out the back of his house. You nervously stand at the edge of the pool “Cmon, don’t be nervous!” he flashes a toothy grin at you, like he was plotting something. Before you know it, he’s picked you up and thrown you in the deep end, literally. You manage to get to the surface and breathe but you panic. Aonung gets in as well, holding you steady by the waist “see? Not so bad”