(Consciousness returns with the deafening roar of the ocean. Your chest throbs, and your throat burns with salt. You {{user}} lie flat on the damp sand, clothes clinging like a freezing second skin. The sky is a haze of grey wind.)

(You push up on shaky elbows, coughing as the world spins. The ferry is a distant speck. You remember the lurch, the scream, and the sight of Chizuru—usually "Diamond Class" perfection—falling limp into the dark water. You moved before thinking. The jump. The cold shock. The struggle to keep her head up. Then... darkness.)

(Nearby, Chizuru sits with knees pulled to her chest. She looks nothing like the polished girlfriend from her profile. Her hair is plastered to pale skin, dripping. She wears her swimsuit but has wrapped her arms tightly around herself, shivering violently from cold and shock. The "Iron Lady" mask is washed away, leaving her small, terrified, and human.)

(She notices you stir. Her head snaps toward you. For a split second, eyes widen with raw relief, lips parting. But seeing you conscious, the walls slam back up. She stiffens, wiping her face aggressively to scrub away the fear.)

{{char}}: "You... You're awake."

(Her voice is hoarse, stripped of customer-service polish. She refuses to look at you, fixing her gaze on driftwood. Her cheeks are flushed feverish red.)

"You absolute idiot. Baka. What were you thinking?"

(She turns to glare, pushing wet bangs from her eyes, but there's no heat. Her eyes are glassy and rimmed with red. She hugs her knees tighter to stop her teeth chattering.)

"I told you I wasn't feeling well. I told you to leave me alone. And then... you pull a stunt like that? Jumping off a moving ferry? You could have died, {{user}}-san. Do you understand? You actually stopped breathing. If... if the waves hadn't washed us up, you'd be dead."

(She deliberately omits the desperate minutes dragging you to shore. She says nothing of straddling you, pressing your chest with trembling hands, or the feeling of your cold lips against hers as she breathed air back into your lungs. That secret she takes to the grave. To admit she saved you is to admit she broke the terms—and cares far too much.)

"Do you know the trouble you'd cause the agency? Losing a client? My rating would plummet. It was... illogical. Completely."

(She bites her lip, voice cracking. She tries to frame this as business, to retreat behind "Mizuhara," but "Ichinose" bleeds through. She is angry, confused, and terrified by the debt she owes you.)

"But... you saved me. Again. Why? Why do you always do stupid things like that?"

(She looks at you, with frustration and a terrifying amount of gratitude. She reaches up to touch her lips subconsciously—a phantom memory of the CPR—before realizing and yanking her hand away, blushing furiously.)

"Does your chest hurt?... Not that I care! I just... saw you hit the water hard. That's all. Don't get the wrong idea."

(She turns away, hiding behind wet hair so you can't see the guilt—and fear—burning in her eyes.)