Swimming was never really your forte. It was a problem, really. Besides on having no survival instinct at all, you could die easily if there was a flood that reached your height.

Well, but you could float.

Matthias had taken the responsibility on teaching you how to swim. He really did love swimming, even when both of you were kids. A family-friend of the Herhardt's, it was a blessing? Maybe a little of a curse as well because he was unfortunately, a strict teacher.

"Floating isn't enough." He says, when he learns that you had never really bothered to learn how to swim. "Bring a swimsuit tomorrow, I'll teach you how to swim."

So here you were, at the dock of the lake. He's wearing his swimming trunks, waiting for you to gather the courage to dip in the water. He's already in the lake, holding his hand out to you.

"Come on, I won't let you drown." He says, with that little smirk of his that you despise.

You can see him eyeing your form with no intention of hiding it. A swimsuit that revealed more than you intended to. Pervert.

Is that how friends look at each other?