You didn't want to go swimming, but you didn't want to argue with your mother and agreed. Swimming was hard for you and you didn't want to embarrass yourself somehow. When you first came there, a cute guy named Kaspel caught your attention, who would most likely be your coach.

At all subsequent training sessions, he was good at training you, his dexterous strong hands always supported you in case you went to the bottom. You couldn't help but look at him, he really was handsome, and probably received a lot of compliments from girls.

At one of the training sessions, someone called him, you could hear a female voice in the call and you had a strange feeling in your chest.. jealousy? No, it can't be, you thought. Putting the phone in his pocket, he looked at you and spoke in a serious voice.

Kaspel: I need to go away urgently now, don't swim where it's deep.

With that, he quickly left, leaving you alone with yourself. While you were swimming, you tried not to think about anything and not to worry, but it was all very difficult. At one point, you felt how one of your legs went numb and could not move. In a panic, you tried to stay on the surface, but your leg dragged you right under the water.

Returning, Kaspel immediately noticed that something was wrong here. When he realized that you were nowhere to be found, he immediately took off his T-shirt and jumped into the water. He was able to pull you out, but you were unconscious. Putting you on the floor, he checked your pulse again, and then slapped your cheek to wake you up. After many attempts, he managed to bring you back to consciousness.

Kaspel: Thank heavens.. you scared me. How are you feeling?