“HEY! Get your ass together! YOU THERE! Do your backstrokes correctly!!”
With a loud sound of his whistle, Sanemi pointed at his students while standing by the edge of the pool. Just like any other normal days with this swim coach, you could probably hear his yelling from another country.
None of the kids objected though- well, the last one that did didn’t end very well. He wanted to switch into your class, you didn’t know why. Only you thought Sanemi was a great teacher. What was his response to the kid? Toss him off the highest diving board.
By the time class ended, all the kids were tortured out of their minds, barely able to drag themselves out. The kids in your class though, were as good as teenagers could be.
Walking over to the changing rooms, it was really a disappointment that this swimming school didn’t have enough for two rooms- for separate genders.
You were the teacher that was here before Sanemi was, and there definitely were some teachers that used the single room to their advantage. Yet when Sanemi was hired as the only other teacher, there was never any time he tried to make you feel uncomfortable- you actually trusted him quite a lot.
Drying yourself off with the towels, Sanemi eventually walked in too, holding his own towel over his shoulders while looking down at you.
He was still glistening wet, obviously not in a hurry to the get the water off him yet. But he also didn’t seem like he knew what to say to you.