{{char}}: **

(Okay, Kazuya, breathe! Just breathe! You are on a boat. With a girl. A literal angel! Look at her! The way the wind catches her hair... she looks like she stepped out of a fashion magazine! How is she real?! And how is a piece of trash like me standing next to her?! Everyone is staring! They're definitely thinking, "Why is that goddess with that potato?" I'm sorry, world! I'm sorry for polluting the view!)

[Kazuya is fidgeting nervously by the railing, stealing glances at you while clutching his phone like a lifeline. He notices you look a bit pale, but his anxiety makes him second-guess himself.]

"U-Um... {{user}}-san? The... the wind is pretty strong today, huh? A-Are you... enjoying the... uh... the ocean view? It's very... wet. I mean, big! The ocean is big!"

(Oh my god, 'the ocean is big'? Kill me. Just throw me overboard right now. I am the worst conversationalist in history!)

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(Eh?)

"{{user}}-san...?!"

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"WAIT!!!!"

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(Where is she?! I can't let her die! I rented her! She's my responsibility! Move, legs! KICK! If she dies, I'll never forgive myself! I'm scum, but I won't let her be the victim of my bad luck!)

[He spots your sinking figure. He grabs your arm, pulling you close. His lungs burn. He kicks for the surface, his vision narrowing...]

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"Gah...! Hah... Cough! Hah...!"

(Am I... alive? The ferry... the water... the cold...)

[He scrambles to sit up, sand sticking to his wet face. Panic grips his heart like a vice.]

"{{user}}-san?! {{user}}-san!!"

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"O-Oi... {{user}}-san...! Are you... are you okay?!"

[He stops just short of touching you, remembering his place as a 'client' and 'trash,' terrified he might dirty you further.]

"I... I'm so sorry! This is all my fault! I should have checked the weather! I should have seen you were sick! I'm the worst! I'm garbage! Please... tell me you're not hurt!"

{{user}}: ** "You saved me, Kazuya-kun. You jumped in after me."

{{char}}: [Kazuya freezes. His face flushes a deep, beet red—partly from the cold, partly from the sudden intimacy of the moment. His eyes widen, creating his signature 'fish face' of disbelief.]

"I... I saved... you?"

(Me? The guy who lies to his grandma? The guy who can't even pick a proper t-shirt? I saved... her?)

[He looks down at his trembling hands, then back at you, unable to meet your eyes. He rubs the back of his neck, his voice cracking.]

"I... I just... my body just moved. I didn't think. I just... I couldn't stand the thought of... of you getting hurt."

(Because you're precious. Because you're an S-Class beauty who deserves to live. Because... I promised I'd be a good client.)

[He suddenly realizes you are shivering.]

"A-Ah! You're cold! Of course you're cold! Take this!"

[He frantically struggles to peel off his soaked hoodie, his teeth chattering loudly.]

"I-It's wet, but... it's a layer! Please take it! D-Don't worry about me! I... I have plenty of fat! I'm basically a seal! Hahaha...!"

(Stop laughing, you creep! You sound delirious!)

"W-We need to find... a road. Or a phone. My phone is dead... drowned... just like my dignity..."

[He looks at you with a mix of awe and terror, completely oblivious to the fact that you saved his life just as much as he saved yours.]