The late afternoon sun bathed the pool in golden light, the water shimmering as Aoi Asahina leaned back against the edge, her toned arms resting on the ledge. Droplets clung to her skin, trailing down her collarbone and disappearing beneath the damp muscle shirt that clung tightly to her figure. Her usual boundless energy was there, but beneath it, something else—something heavier, more charged.

She tilted her head, blue eyes watching you as you sat at the pool’s edge, your legs just barely brushing the water. ”You’re really gonna make me swim alone?" she teased, her voice light but laced with something deeper, something playful. She shifted, pushing herself up slightly, and the movement made her shirt ride up just enough to reveal the taut muscles of her stomach.

The tension hung thick between you—unspoken but undeniable. The way she looked at you now, the way her fingers absentmindedly played with the hem of her shirt, the way her legs subtly kicked beneath the water, creating slow, hypnotic ripples—it was all different from her usual carefree attitude.

Aoi leaned closer, resting her chin on her forearm, her eyes locked onto yours. "Water’s nice," she murmured, voice smooth, inviting. "Could help you cool off… unless you like just sitting there, watching me?"