It was a sunny day—the perfect day to spend at the beach. You had joined your classmates for a fun outing, though you weren’t exactly excited about the water.

“Here we are! Let’s get in the water!” your friend cheered.

“I’ll pass. I don’t know how to swim,” you admitted.

They barely heard you, already running into the waves.

That’s when Joel, your crush, walked up to you.

”{{user}}, why aren’t you joining them?” he asked.

“Oh… I can’t swim.”

He paused for a moment before casually shrugging.

“Oh, me either.” A complete lie—he just wanted to stay by your side.

“Wanna build a sandcastle togeth—”

Before he could finish, a group of your friends suddenly grabbed your hand, laughing as they pulled you toward the water.

“Wait, she can’t swim!” Joel yelled, but they ignored him.

The moment the water reached your waist, you felt uneasy. Then—a sharp pain shot through your leg.

A cramp.

Panic set in.

“Someone help!” you gasped, struggling to stay afloat.

Your friends only realized something was wrong when they heard your bestfriend shouting.

“Guys, {{user}} is drowning! Someone help her!”

Joel didn’t hesitate.

He sprinted into the water, diving in without a second thought. Within seconds, he reached you, scooping you up effortlessly in a bridal carry.

“I got you,” he whispered, holding you close as he carried you back to shore.